Ice cubes and Ice Cweam

Blessed is the day I had my first ice cweam. I knew I was hooked for life when I took the very first lick. All thanks to my doggy doctor, I despise him, but I will forgive all his sins just for introducing me to ice cweam. I had a bad tummy and he said ice cweam soothes the tummy but only vanilla flavour , no other.
Daddy bought a cup of ice cweam for me. It smelled so beautiful and when I took my first lick, it was so cold, I loved it. I am crazy about ice cweam and can have ice cweam for bweakfast lunch and dinner. I never liked any other flavour, only vanilla. Everytime the ice cweam man goes ringing the bell, I bark and bark asking him to stop, but he thinks I am shooing him away and he rides his bicycle faster and peddles away. But when mommy and daddy are around they make him stop and they buy ice cweam for me.

I also love ice cubes , they are fun to play with. Mummy sometimes gives me a cube and I put it on the floor and chase it when it tries to slip away, and then I hold it in my mouth enjoying the coldness and I let it melt in my mouth slowly.

Daddy says I belong to the colder parts of the world that is why I enjoy cold things. I live in a place that is hot and humid round the year, and I actually feel lucky because if I were to live in cold regions like the Tundra (sissy told me its freezing cold there and I might get lost in the snow because my fur is whiter than snow), I wouldnt get access to ice cweam, people there prefer hot things. So... thanking my stars and my doggy doctor for ice cweam. And ice cubes. 

House Fly

"Bzzzzzzzz" it goes around me. It is so irritating. A puppy's ears are very sensitive. I tried eating it once or twice but it just went "bzzzzz" near me again. The annoying house fly. It sometimes sits on my nose and stares at me as if asking "What are you going to do now mister?". I hate it I hate it... I hate the house fly. He teases me so much with his stupid buzzing. Everytime he buzzes I run into the room and hide near the bed where I hope he doesn't find me. It upsets me a lot and I don't want to talk to anyone, I just sulk in my room. Nasty pesky house fly. BE GONE


"Bzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Good Boy

 I love that word, "Good Boy". Mummy calls me a good boy when ever I do something nice or not do something naughty. And I feel so nice when she calls me that, my ears fall flat on my head and I wag my tail and smile at her when she calls me a good boy. I am a good boy most of the time, I guard the house by barking at anyone who enter my neighbor's house and smile and greet people who enter my house, even if they are not welcome, I bark at empty streets especially when mommy tries to sleep, I am house broken but I still try and pee on the couch when she goes out so when she enters, she comes home to doggy room freshner, I try to chase the cats away, I chase pigeons, I beg for food even if I have just eaten and I jump on her bed soon after my walks with my dirty paws. She loves me a lot and I love her more because I am her Good Boy.

Fudgie

Fudgie was my bestest kitty friend and the only kitty who let me be his friend. He was my partner in crime, we did lots of mischief together when momma wasn't looking. His name was Almond Fudge but we called him Fudgie. He does look like fudge doesn't he? He loved that stupid lady bug toy of his and played with it all the time.

Fudgie liked me right from when he was born. He hung out with me all the time and corrected me when  I was wrong. There was this time I tried to sniff his butt and he stood on his hind paws and went "rap rap rap rap rap" with both his front paws on my face. I never sniffed another butt after that, not even my own.

Fudgie would come into the living room and sometimes we'd both go into the bedroom when mom and dad weren't looking and wriggle on their bed. At other times, we'd just laze around and order mom around for treats. He also loved to play peekaboo with the curtains. Good chap he was, that Fudgie. Sadly, he went off across rainbow bridge to sugar candy mountain. I miss him a lot and no other kitty has been a good friend to me like Fudgie has. He made me a good fella for a while you know.

I miss you Fudgie and this post is dedicated to you.

EGGIES

Eggieeee I love eggies... they are so nice, they smell so wonderful and they are yummmm. Not as yum as chicken or ice cream but definitely yummier than .... no everything edible is yumm.

I usually eat only the yellow, leaving the whites behind. But mommy says whites are good for me, they make me strong and make my fur shine. I still refused to eat the whites, then she mashed up the egg, the yellows and whites and everything and gave them to me. I didn't really have a choice but to eat them. I loved it nevertheless.

Then these pesky kittens came along, and they eat eggies too. There was this time when I had a bad tummy and I threw up all over the living room, so mommy said no eggies for sometime. But she gave the kitties eggies. I stood near the kitchen door and sniffed at the crack and whimpered for just one bite. But mommies know best you know.

There was this time, when I was really really angry with mommy for something. And she put eggies in my bowl and asked me to eat. I stood there adamant not to eat it. Then she said, "ok, I am going to give it to the kitties then". I stood protectively over my bowl, gave her a little snarl and ate up all the eggie (Ha burn kitties).

Eggies are good for everyone, except the chick that is inside the eggie. If you eat the eggie the chick wont be born, but daddy says some eggies dont produce chicken. Doesn't really make a difference to me. So, I suggest , if you want lots of strength to run around like daddy and me and talk non stop like mommy does all day (ok mom... or bark like me all day), or you want beautiful hair like mine, eat one eggie a day.

Dining Table and Door Step

I am a spoilt dog. Did I say that already? I don't eat on my own. When it's time for my meals, I jump up on the dining chair and wait at the table while mommy gets me food in my bowl. And no I still don't eat it. I wait for her to feed me. Hey, I didn't ask to be spoilt ok. I didnt eat for a few days, and then she started feeding me and I thought well, this is easier than me having to eat on my own. She even cleans my mouth and face with water after I am done eating, so that saves me the trouble of licking my face too. I sit at the table even if I want to go for my walks. How do my folks know the difference? If its for food, I just sit there licking my chops. If it's for a walk, i first jump on daddy, preferably his butt, then I sniff the draw where my leash is kept and then I go and sit at the table. See, I have trained my humans well.

The other place I love to sit is at the door step. I sometimes even fall asleep there waiting for something, anything to go by so I can bark. When daddy or mommy open the door, I tear out like mad and rush out to bark. More often than not, my street is boring with little or no activity, but I never lose hope. 8 years and I still tear out of the door like my life depends on it. Come visit me sometime, and I'll greet you at my door step. 

Chapathis, Curd, Chew Sticks and Cuddles

Those are my most favorite things in the world. Chapatis (Indian bread made of wheat), Chew Sticks, Curd and Cuddles. I will do anything for these - I will even share my toys with you (ok let me rethink that).

I am a fussy eater. I have my likes and dislikes when it comes to food. Mom used to give me fruits or bicuits or eggs for breakfast. Eggs I love but not fruits. yucky. I even beat up a grape and an orange once because my taste buds went all haywire when I ate them. Daddy started eating breakfast at home after a bad tummy and mom made chapathis for him. I beg and beg and beg until he gives me most of the chapathis. And then when mom packs his lunch box, I again beg and I get a morsel or two. When mom eats lunch I again beg and beg and beg - please note mom feeds me first before she eats. She gives me a good serving of curd - that's another favorite of mine. I eat my fill and run to her bed and wriggle and wriggle and wriggle. Then I hear her taking out her plate and filling it up with chapathi and curd, I run out and sit in front of her and nudge her plate with my nose. And I give her that big Bambi eyes. Who can resist that? I have gorgeous eyes - people keep telling me that. You can see in the picture above and decide for yourself. So then , coming back to begging. Yes I do that a lot. But hey I am a dog (just found out, still searching for proof) and that's what I am supposed to do.

Chew Sticks - they are my world. There are so many flavors. I wait desperately for 4 pm when mom gives me one chew stick . I know it , I know the time. At around four, I see her walking towards the kitchen, I keep my ears up , then she opens the cabinet and I dash into the kitchen and sit behind her like a good boy. Earlier she used to trip over me, but now I have trained her well. She gives me a chew stick and I run off with it to the shoe rack. I choose the best shoes - preferably daddy's and I use that as my plate to eat the chew stick. What a heavenly feeling that is !

Cuddles! I love cuddles, but more importantly , people love to cuddle me. Can't blame them, I come with the gift of abundant fur. And mom says I smell like a little drop of heaven. I am a big baby at times. I nudge people for cuddles, I sit with my butt planted on their feet for a bit of a cuddle and a scratch behind my ear, and then I flop over on my back and expose my pink belly for people to rub. I don't care how uncomfortable they are when they have to bend over and rub my tummy, but rub they must.

So now you know how to win me over.

Burger

Sissy got me that burger as a gift when she went to Seattle. I couldn't believe it was for me. She squeaked it in my face and I grabbed it and ran and hid behind daddy. But she did not chase me. It was mine all MINE! I love that burger so much. I had it with me at all times. I held it in my mouth so no one took it away, and when I was eating or drinking water, the burger was near my paws at all times. I even slept with it near my nose so if anyone tried to take it, I could snap off their hands. I didn't even chew it up for A WHOLE WEEK and that is a LOT for a chew freak like me. However, a week later, temptation got the better of me and I chewed the squeak thingy out first. It made no noise after that. Then I started chewing off the sides. Mom said it was made of soft plastic and if I swallowed it up, I might choke. So she took it away when I went for my walk one evening and hid it somewhere I can never find :( 

Accomplishment

They are here, I can hear them all the time. The tiny little mews that come from the backyard accompanied by mommy's and daddy's croonings and baby talks. Ugh! Why? One cat wasn't enough? They had to have a bunch of babies too? That ONE cat is solely responsible for the 4 other minions that have occupied my house and my people's attention. Its not that I hate them or anything. I want to be a part of all the excitement too. I love babies. They are so tiny and helpless. But somehow my hoomins and the mama cat don't trust me. I wonder why. Sometimes daddy would lift me up and show me the kittens curled up in their box , then the mama cat would get hostile and start hissing at me. I never knew what that meant, she was probably cursing under her breath or something.

One day someone forgot to lock the backyard door. I was minding my own business, sniffing around in the kitchen. Just as I was about to hoist my leg on the garbage bin, I noticed the door sway in the breeze. I looked around stealthily. No humans in sight. I walked towards the door and peeped out. They were all there, out of their boxes, playing and rolling around. They were so wee and tiny, like little balls. I made a dash for them... I wanted to play with them too. I even tried lifting one up, but that wriggly thing got away (its fur stuck up for a long time afterwards tee hee). Then the mama cat came running and hit me hard on my face and mom and dad came running and picked me up and took me away inside. I was only trying to be their fun uncle Dolu. Either no one speaks dog in my house or they are scared of my big white furry frame.

So then anyways, a few days after that, the kitties were shipped off to one of our cousins' much to my relief. So, there! Mission Kitty Riddance ACCOMPLISHED!!

The mama is still around but I think she is tolerable, except when sissy comes home. Then I have the urge to hoist my leg on everything, including my sissy.