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Magical Nine!

Dogs make our life beautiful! The moment you open your heart to them…there is no looking back. You getEditorial completely smitten by the melting eyes, the wagging tail, the happy gait, the demanding bark…. The joy you experience in simple things is beyond comparison. Each antic is a story to tell; each achievement a feather in your cap.

All the jumping, tearing, chewing partially leave you exasperated and partially in awe of the little monster who you have let in. You try to calm them, soothe them, keep them busy and most of all happy. And in reality what is most important is your time and the things you do together. At each moment of the day, we all are Responsible Pet Parents.

Responsible Pet Parenting is the core of Dogs & Pups and this is how we started with an idea 10 years back- and it’s a wonderful feeling that with our 9th Anniversary Issue, we share the same love, feeling and sentiments…but we are not alone…there are so many pooch lovers across the country who share the same passion and compassion, which have helped us in our endeavour to spread pooch love across.

A recent survey in Vienna reaffirms this and says that the bond between dogs and their pet parents is highly similar to the deep connection between young kids and their parents and we all would definitely nod in agreement. We have never differentiated between our kids and pets – in fact our children grow up, but our pets continue to be the little one for us throughout our lives.

To celebrate our 9th Anniversary, we have few very different and interesting stories in our Pandora’s Box. The feature on La Grande Odyssée Savoie Mont Blanc talks about the strength and endurance of our pooches and most of all the bonds between the musher and canines. You can also read about the various dog sports- and ensure you engage your tailwagger in sports activities. Tiny Paws – a special feature on puppies would be liked by all pet parents who have either brought home a pup or are planning to bring one. This special feature will help you to keep your canine friend happy and keep boredom at bay, besides teaching them right behaviour.

The canine-human bond is everlasting… and centuries old… every second you spend with them is an investment of many magical memories. And with these thoughts in mind, we go another year older or shall we say experienced in the world of pooches!

“Happy Magical Nine,” Sparkle wishes to all!

Shweta
shweta@dogsandpups.net

The magical power of my dog

My pet dog was the secret behind my education strange but true. We attribute our education to our teachers and institutions so do I; besides them I attribute it to Sultan my dog, who was the reason behind my getting the most prestigious award for Spanish Language, The Rafal Izubita, my Scholarship and my job in IIT New Delhi.

Sultan had come in my life after an incidence in my college days of Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU). When I had missed a Sunday afternoon weekly exam, due to cynophobia, a fear of dogs which was embedded in me since my childhood, for me they were humongous, blood drinking, flesh eating monsters of the Mesozoic Era of the dinosaurs and I felt time had dwindled them into dogs. All prepared I was, to give the exam, as I pulled the lever to open the car door, in the deserted parking of JNU. Three dogs who sat at a little distance caught my eye. Hoping that they would go away, with no movement from their side, I called up all my class mates but as it was destined for me, I could not reach anyone, with all mobiles switched off due to the exam; like a prisoner I sat, waiting for some divine help but nothing happened and already half an hour into the exam, feeling helpless I decided to drive back home.

First meeting…

My parents were surprised, when I returned home early, I narrated to them, that as usual my fear of dogs

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Natalia and Sultan

had triumphed over me, so to find a solution to it, the next day I saw my mother carrying my biggest enemy a puppy in her arms, before I could realise, he was on the floor, running all over making me shout and cry. My reflexes had already started the rescue operation for myself, by making me climb on the study table and screaming my lungs out, but unperturbed by the frenzy which was griping me, my rival the black Labrador puppy stood there on the floor with his eyes staring at me, till the maid my rescuer carried him away to the study room. When he left the room, I could feel my nerves calming down. I pleaded my mother to leave him back, but on the contrary she insisted that I should give him two biscuits, my spontaneous reaction was never. My mother’s coaxing forced me, to be on the mission which was no less than a war for me, only with my head peeping inside the study room and my army of two maids standing besides me to shield me, in a fraction of a second I threw the biscuits towards him, while he was tightly leashed to the window knob.

The persuaded regularity of throwing biscuits towards him, by my mother, had narrowed the gap between us and time had made the loathing enemy, whom I had named Sultan, my best friend, switching off all the buzzing panic alarms in my brain and wiping out all fears.

Inspiring friend…

Little did I know when I had seen him for the first time, that he would be my best friend and companion in my JNU days, where every day was a battle against the unending exams, and term papers, he would sit for hours underneath my chair in my room, giving me company, at times we both enjoyed our late night drinks, a hot cup of coffee for me and some milk for him, while I was awake all alone late at night, busy burning my brain cells, he would wake up with me when the early morning alarm rang and snuggle in my blanket, while I had to mug up the answers of Latin American history in Spanish Language.

The pressure of reading unending Spanish novels, which he always motivated me to read them aloud, making me feel that he was the most interested audience to them, while he sat next to me completely motionless, with a deep engrossed look on his face as though he was enacting a role from those novels, my grammar was practiced by giving him orders, before the oral exam I would exercise Spanish with him, as he was the mute listener who always gave me the confidence that whatever I said was right. May be without his company I would have never studied hard enough to get the scholarships and the awards.

Final adieu…

The day after my Masters exam, Sultan had passed away in my room, where my beautiful journey with him had begun, where I was introduced to his world of canines. He was destined to go away from my life, my heart felt his absence and the vacuum he had left when I held the scholarship and the award in my hand, in reality it was because of him I had received those awards. He is no longer there but the imprints he has left in my life have taught me that dogs are as human as we are, they experience the same pain and emotions with the only difference they don’t have words in their mouth to express them, the magical power of my dog who had walked into my life as an enemy had changed my heart from it being a dog hater to a dog lover. Today, I can proudly say dogs truly define their breed which spelt backwards means “God”. I wish to open a hospital for dogs and work for them; I owe it to my best friend Sultan.

Magical love… nothing else!

If she could speak, would she complain? Her eyes capture my heart. She knows I am drawn to her innocence. She follows me like a shadow, as thoughpawtails1 beyond me there is no existence for her. My heart cries, when I have to go away from her. Her affection is worth melting for and her loyalty is undiverted. She is Fawn – the Basset Hound in my life.

The more I look at her, I am convinced about the magic animals bring in our lives. The feeling is unconditional that they share, is that not something human beings should adapt more. Her boundless steps that follow me day and night help me reflect more in life.

The brooding eyes and sweeping ears always convince me that my day/life cannot be that bad cause someone has had a worse day than me. The highs in her life are during her meals and when I come towards her…with that how can I not feel important? Her playtime with the bone and rug dodges my childhood and gives me the young rush. Her words are her actions, her tail wagging, that peck, the jump in excitement, the cuddle and others that we often fail to even acknowledge. I often wonder if she could speak what would she tell me? Would she advice me back on all times I have spent sitting with her and talking about any problem I have had? But at this moment, she has her one paw on my lap, eyes gazing at me in deep thought, a silent listener whose attention cannot be taken away. In all, she is the epitome of understanding, loyalty and adoration. Can anyone ask for more than this? She represents the most warming character of the paw world. It’s not the worldly riches, success, career that completes human accomplishment; it is the difference they have made in the life of any animal. They speak in action, so the best understanding you can show is care for that heart beat!