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Title: All for Love
I am married to my husband for fifteen years now. Of all the things I
have done out of love for him, bearing with dogs is the most difficult of them
all. My husband is a dog lover. 5 years
back after my second kid was born, I thought that we had a nice complete
family. But he said No! He said there was a void in his life. Then he bought this sweet
little Labrador pup, and said that now his family looked complete!
Ginger, the pup I didn't mind, until Ginger started growing bigger, and
taller, and his appetite got bigger. He began to eat Anything: fruit to leaves to sticks, pots, plants, cardboard
boxes, shoes and bricks, and not to forget clothes! Oh, I think fabric became his favorite food.
Not "any" clothes but mostly MY
clothes! Maybe they smelt good to him or maybe they were really appetizing.
So whenever he got a chance, Ginger would bite off a large piece of one of my nice party outfits that were put out to dry on the terrace where he lazed in the sun. Soon I had nine or ten garments with a big piece bitten off. And why only my clothes? He hardly ate anybody else's clothes in the house! My hubby never had a single handkerchief bitten off by his best friend!!!
Now hubby dear happily and always with great pleasure, promised me a new outfit whenever his dog used to bite off one of my dresses. But, the unfortunate fact was that Hubby really didn’t mind my beautiful outfits being consumed as gourmet meals, to indulge the poor starved fellow! Anything for his precious little pet.
You see, in my childhood, I always kept away from dogs. And I just wasn’t used
to having such a biiiigg dog
in the house! And I used to feel that Ginger was growing too big. Sometimes I
felt he was like a horse!!! He had grown this tall, and had so much energy. So
he would silently creep into the room, when I wasn’t looking. And when I turned
around, I would find him suddenly galloping towards me, with huge leaps and
bounds.... todok todok…..aaaand JUMP!!!.
This was his playful mode. But to me for few moments it felt like he has turned
into a mad bull who has seen red, and is rapidly charging towards me for attack.
Maann, it was hard to control the urge to scream!
Unfortunately, Ginger was not the only one whose atrocities I had to
bear with, for the sake of my dear husband! When we were just married, he
already had three little dogs of the Lhasa Apso breed in the house. They looked
cute and I didn't mind them, but they
did mind me sharing the room with their master (my husband). You see, before I came in, they were his room-mates, and every morning he awoke after they had
planted a few wet kisses (oops licks) on his face. Soon this honor was snatched
from them. So what could the poor dumb animals do? Well…they were jealous!!!! And they conspired
to rag the newcomer in the house, and that was MEEE!!!
So each time I left my bedroom door open for a few seconds, one of them
would sneak into my bedroom and pot or pee and make a big puddle on my side of
the bed. ONLY MY SIDE OF THE BED!!!!!
I realized that these dumb animals made bold statements in demarcating their territory. And I was
perpetually found cleaning my bed and belongings. I was all inclined to punish and beat the culprit if I could lay my
hands on THAT dog. But as
always, the million dollar question before me was: "WHOOODUNNITTT". Which
one of them??? God knows! God knows
it! But even he didn't tell at that time. Soooo often did this happen that the terrible
stench of their generous output had got into
my nostrils and stayed there for a long time.
