“Paw-Tales” l May-June 2006

A golden (ie) transformation… Indeed

I was not an animal lover but Goldie, my Golden Retriever pup has totally changed my life since she came into my life. Today Goldie and I are inseparable and I simply adore her.
Goldie – the beauty queen
Goldie looks gorgeous with a
golden mane, rustic brown shiny coat and a breezy tail. Taking her out for a walk is enchanting for she is the cynosure of all eyes. There are spontaneous queries on how good she looks and what we feed her to produce this effect!
Goldie – the glutton
Goldie loves munching and walloped the cake on her second birthday. She loves her eggs and snacks especially the beef bones and the chicken biscuits. She never ceases to ask for more and get away with it!! With her exquisite sense of smell, she can sniff anything edible from the corners.
Goldie – the miss luxurious
Goldie was born to an all American dad and banglorean mom, and inherited best of both. She loves a luxurious lifestyle – sleeps on an imported bed, uses an aromatic dentapaste and bathes with the most exotic shampoos. She also has a range of brushes and aromatic accessories.
Goldie – the Pollyannaish
Goldie loves toys in all shapes and sizes. Her favourite is the Indian Tenninkoit ring that I got her a few weeks back. She is extremely possessive about her toys and guards her territorial rights. Goldie loves to hangout in the balcony for hours gazing below and barking at her country cousins who dare to cross her visual tadars!!
Sometimes the way she communicates I feel if only she could speak! She has redefined love for me. Everyday I look forward to going home for her unconditional joyous welcome. Goldie is happy go lucky and thrives on love and affection. She offers a new prank everyday. We all love her for that.
– Dr T R Murali, Madurai

“Paw-Tales” l May-June 2006

Being a grandmother is truly a wonderful feeling, which I underwent recently, when my daughter (Golden Retriever MAGIC) had a litter. Those wonderful days of being a Grandmother were truly the most magical experience of my life. The plethora of emotions that I was engulfed with from the initial joy of looking forward to the bundles, then pangs of guilt as I saw the mother suffer during the last stages of pregnancy, the fear and anxiety during whelping and finally to the sad tears shed as I gave away each one. Those two months were truly amazing. Well, it all began with the first logical step, the match making. I would not settle for anything less for my beautiful, gentle, fair princess. I found ‘Muffin’, exactly the tall, dark and handsome kinds. He is dark golden, an import from Europe with excellent pedigree. “Magic & Muffin” form a perfect couple; we could picture this ideal recipe for charming little sweetie pies! The romance and tender moments soon resulted in the obvious. My child was pregnant and needed pampering. So I took extra care of her and added supplements to her diet, like dates, figs, fruits and greens and numerous supplements with regular exercise. As the D-day arrived I was concerned about Magic. We had made the arrangements, but soon we realized that she had her own plans and quickly shifted to her preferred spot, which was in the living room next to the couch. Quiet a few sleepless nights passed before she finally decided to bring her little ones into the world. The manner in which she handled everything on her own was truly incredible. She gave birth to eight cute puppies, out of which only six survived. We had six sweet darlings and after 10 days, the fun began. Our house became the most popular hangout for all kids in the campus and the pups gained popularity in no time. The pups grew fast, opened eyes on 15th day and walked on 18th day. After 4 weeks we shifted them to a big kennel in a large enclosure with a gate. It was amusing to see them play and fight amongst themselves and their toys, to see the ‘packing order’ being established, and to notice who’s the bully, sweet and shy one in the pack. We knew pups’s personality and had given them our own pet names. Soon, it was time to think about the inevitable, time to find good homes for my jewels. Puff! The magical muffins were all booked in an instant. They all found loving homes, I was happy for them but really missed their sweet antics. – Ramya Bharadwaj

“Paw-Tales” l May-June-2006

Love needs no words
My two dogs Snowey and Lalu are my most cherished treasures and we all love them for so many reasons. Snowey- a real darling came into our lives five years back and loving Lalu followed him afterwards. Lalu came to us wounded and we provided first aid and medication to him, and instantly mutual bonding developed and we poured him with all our love and care. When my mother was unwell, these two were always by her side like guiding angels. Snowey and Lalu – God’s messengers, always followed her like a shadow. It was because of their unconditional love and care that my mom could recover. I still cherish those affectionate moments. And whenever I am in distress, they somehow sense it and always try to calm me down. Once when I lost my PT scarf, and I was crying, they licked my face and went out to search my scarf and found it. I felt that through their deep gaze, they are trying to say, “Don’t cry dear, we love you”. Their unspoken emotions and care always moves me. The love and affection of Snowey and Lalu have filled our lives with all the joys and happiness of the world. – Trupti Satam

“Paw-Tales” l May-June-2006

Sun, Sand, Sea… and Sundar!!!
Sundari- as the name suggests, is our beautiful 9-month-old GSD girl. She accompanied us to our trip to Goa, and we all had a gala time. We had many memorable incidents that are worth sharing. We all went by car. She slept on the lap of my friend all the way to Goa while I ended up sleeping in the rear of the car.
Early morning she enjoyed her breakfast at Countryside hotel. The caretakers were very friendly and gave us a cottage with a small lawn so Sundari could roam around freely and play football with the girls. For lunch, a whole plate full of 6 mackerels was laid in front of her, which she polished off in minutes.
While some of us would hit the sack early, my friends and Sundari would drive down to check beach parties, small parties in the shacks along the beach happening at Vagador and Baga, late in the night. They would then have some dessert at Café Coffee Day and come back at 4 am only to receive a sound scolding. Sundari loved the beach and ran around in circles to show us how happy she was to be there. She never gave us a chance to complain and was at her best.
At our ancestral house in a small village in Goa, Sundari had loads of fun. She went with us for morning swimming sessions and played with the river streams. One morning the river was in full force and Sundari decided to jump in while we remained on the banks. She swam hard but went out of sight after she was sucked in by the speed of the water. And even before we could stop screaming, the little devil was bouncing up and down the rocks coming towards us. She had scared us out of our wits. She enjoyed the meal consisted of chicken, curd and rice, after having that, she loved to doze-off till late evenings.
Later in the beginning of 2005 we brought home another dream – Rewa, our first ever Labrador. Sometimes innocent, sometimes mischievous, their cute and lovable antics have filled our lives with more fun and joy. They are let loose twice a month at Gorai beach and twice a month at our farmhouse. One thing that we all are looking forward is more holidays with Sundari…for sure!
– Mugdha A M

“Paw-Tales” l Mar-Apr-2006

A am Attapatu
I am Attapatu Hi there, my name is Attapatu, and don’t ask me if I’m a Sri Lankan cricket player. I’m not, my parents just thought it would be amusing to give me that name… now you understand that my parents are a bit off their rocker, if you know what I mean. I am a 4-year-old Black Lab/German Shepherd mix, but don’t let the Shepherd part fool you. I’m as cute and sweet as any Lab, just a lot bigger. I guess that’s why people always cross the road when they see me walking towards them. What’s up with that? Have you ever heard of someone being mauled by a cute cuddly Labrador, I mean come on! I am treated like a king! I have my own bed, access to all, no leashes and have all the local little girls fawning all over me. What more could a guy ask for? Not to mention the fact that Mom serves me fresh hot chicken meals every night, in fact. I think Dad is getting jealous. But one thing I don’t understand is why they speak to me like a baby. First of all. I’m no puppy. I may be four, but in dog years, I’m 28 years old, that is the same age as my Mom. Wouldn’t you feel stupid speaking like a baby to someone your own age! Secondly, it’s not as if I don’t understand what they are saying. I do, it just works to my advantage to let them keep thinking I don’t… after all, if they knew my secret, they would expect me to listen to them whenever they tell me something. That would be the end of happy pets all over the world! Basically, what I’m saying is if you want a good life, tonnes of love and attention, no need to worry about jobs or bills, and permission to act ignorant… then you need to be a dog in my house! As my Dad likes to sing, “I want to be my dog, but my dog you see, he doesn’t wants to be me…” – Attapatu & Alexandra

“Paw-Tales” l Mar-Apr-2006

What’s so special about a Saint Bernard?
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” – Anatole France
People like us who own a Saint Bernard, know what wonderful companions they can be. These gentle giants really become part of the family. But, as much as we love and enjoy them, we do want you to know a little about what’s involved. Well, they are BIG DOGS.  Sure, you know that, but do you know how big they really are? It’s one thing to pick up a cuddly twenty-five pound ball of fur, but you’re really buying a dog who will be as big as you are. Try putting a grown one in the back seat of a car!!
There was a time when I considered myself a walking encyclopedia about dogs since I was in close association with them for many years, but trust me, I was faced with the reality about my misconception only when I brought these two balls of fur home and now I’m reduced to just wishful thinking…”Wish I knew everything about them and many a times I’m left wondering… What if they could speak?”
Believe me, nobody can fully understand the meaning of ‘love’ unless one is owned by a dog. A dog can show you more honest affection with a flick of his tail than a man can gather through a lifetime of gestures.
Over the years, I’ve realised that the best part about your pet is the way he lets you know that you’re important to him. He looks into your eyes and finds contentment in simply being near you, he will run all over the yard, fetch a soggy tennis ball and bring it back to you. He wakes you up in the morning by pushing his cold wet nose in your ear and snuffing loudly. He shreds newspaper all over the house, because it’s fun even though he knows he shouldn’t. The way he comes over to me when he is sad; the way he wedges himself near me when I am sad to console me; the way he pounces on crickets in the garden and the way he looks perplexed when they escape; the way he loves you, even when you are impatient with him and have no time for his morning game; the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him; all in all, the way he finds wisdom beyond words. You can attach as many adjectives as possible to describe a dog and Saint Bernards live up to each one of them.
As someone once said: “He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.” Today, I can proudly say that I
am what I am a human being only because of my dogs.
– Anurag Kakkar

“Paw-Tales” l Mar-Apr-2006

Unconditional love
I have always had pets, but never a dog. So when I asked my 15-year-old daughter Payal, who was busy with her pre-boards, whether she wanted a pup, she almost threw away her books and rushed to search in the newspaper classifieds. We wanted a small shorthaired dog on a shoestring budget and the pet shop offered us a mix of two breeds (a Pug and a Miniature Pinscher), who straight away rushed into Payal’s arms. We felt as if he was custom designed for us!
Anyways, we named him MnM (Mischief Monger), fondly called Emmy, and he has lived up to his name. He is super active. ‘Hyper’ is what many people call him.
Being tiny but made up for his size with a larger than life personality, the little fellow brought us good luck. Within three days of his arrival, Payal got a one-year scholarship to study in Germany. After she left for Germany in July 2005, Emmy spent his entire evening barking at imaginary doorbells and waiting at the door until I went and told him that she will be back only after a year. He gave me a sad look and then walked away silently.
Meanwhile, as all my free time alternated between his feedings and walks on the terrace, I realised the wonderful bonus point – I began to lose weight – without any effort. He is also a great learner. His latest trick is a pirouette and he looks like a ballet dancer! He has also been remarkably cooperative when we leave him alone although he gives the noisiest welcome on our return.
Emmy is very friendly as he takes on the mantle of companionship very seriously. He fills my lonely hours with lots of love, fun and frolic. He has also taught me the true meaning of ‘unconditional love,’ a term I had heard often but have felt it highly overrated. Thank you Emmy, my son.
– Nanda, New Delhi

“Paw-Tales” l Mar-Apr-2006

My buddy – Buddy
‘No’ was the only word, which was uttered by my parents, when I asked for a dog. But after much persuasion, I now proudly have a nine-month-old Pug named Buddy.
I brought Buddy home when he was just four-month-old. My heart just melted when I first saw him. He fit so well in the house with his sweet and friendly disposition.
Buddy loves to share my pillow and blanket, run all around the house, loves food, walks and car rides. He is possessive about his toys, likes his medicines (weird) and relishes whatever has been given to him. He follows me everywhere in the house and even into the bathroom, which is very funny. He is cute, playful, loving, huggable and a lot more. It was always my dream to have a dog and now that I have one I don’t ever want to lose him for anything in this world.
My mother was scared of dogs but now she’s just in love with him. He’s treated like the smallest child of the family and has won over everyone’s heart with his unique antics. We all adore him.
–Ameya Sirsat, Mumbai

“Paw-Tails” l Sep-Oct-2005

We love you Laika!!
Laika was an abandoned dog whose ladylike mannerisms and gentle disposition appealed to me and so I brought her home. Over this, my aunt warned, “Either that dog lives in this house or I do!” My mother also reproached me for the dharamsankat. While the next morning, I saw my aunt gingerly patting Laika, asking ”Kya khayegi? Omelette aur bread?” Thereafter, Laika adopted my aunt and in no time, the two of them got along fine and we soon had a roly-poly Laika waddling around the house.
“If the dog is fat, the owner isn’t getting enough exercise,” chided the vet, but my dad especially felt sorry for her and so her walks were restricted to 20-minute strolls down the lane. Laika spent her days leading a life of happy inertia, barking at crows twice a day for exercise.
One morning, she woke the household very vociferously at 4.30 am looking out, howling loudly, barking, crying, whimpering and making all kinds of noises.  I took her down for an early morning walk. She was followed by two dogs who weren’t exactly handsome specimens either but both were besotted by her. I accused her of not having taste but then I had to chaperone her strictly and my love sick loony Laika behaved like a complete tragedy queen. I realised that Laika was looking for affection, which we could not provide. Luckily, that phase passed out soon and due to some health reasons, she had to be sterilised.
Today, Laika is enjoying a life of sluggish lethargy and we all love her for her sweet disposition.
–Sunita Kripalani, Mumbai

“Paw-Tails” l Sep-Oct-2005

The gentle giants
I love Great Danes and have two as my family members. They are Ch. Kaizer (fawn, male, 15 months) and Ch. Liza (fawn, female, 15 months). My parents are extremely fond of them. I recently had a slip disc and was bed-ridden for almost five months. During this time, I had nothing to do but just lie down with unbearable pain. This is where my pets played a major role. Both Kaizer and Liza gave me 24-hour company and made me laugh with their sweet antics. I murmured about my pains in their ears and they listened with great attention. Whenever I moaned in pain, they came running to me and licked me until I laughed. I was simply touched with their thoughtfulness. All that time of pain flew easily with my Gentle Giants by my side.
The thing I like most about them is how they guard the house, not letting any stranger nearby and on the other hand socialising with anyone sitting with us, as if they know them since ages. On the whole, they are darlings and I love them dearly.
– Sahil Grover, Delhi