Wednesday, February 14, 2007


Hi all! Coming back to blog after a while I feel sorry for my blog.
I also feel sorry for myself and my New Year resolution of blogging at least once a month. :-(

Well, oh well! I was busy!! I won’t talk about office and work. But I will only say it was crazy!

In the last few of weeks, I attended 2 weddings, met old friends (such a relief) and went for A's team outing. Yeah, it was his team's outing and family was invited. I am glad I went...not only did A enjoy himself, I also had a great time. We participated enthusiastically in all those games and cheered like school-kids when our team won.

The new house now feels old. Not looks-wise, but strangely enough we feel as if we have been staying here for a long time already.

Now, I yearn for a dog. But I have been told by A last year to wait for another 40 years before I can even ask for a dog. Hmmmphf.
Almost 12 years ago, my dad faced this dilemma. His 3 daughters were begging, pleading and threatening him to take in a sad looking pup. My usually practical mom even had a name ready. My dad looked at the pup and then looked at us and said "I am telling you, he's going to be a big liability! Who will look after him? Who will take him for walks?"
“We will we will!!” 3 of us in unison.
My dad just shook his head.
So that was it. We got King at the most inappropriate of times. I, the eldest kid was in 10th. Our house was extremely tiny, the land-lord and his wife were forever scheming how to make things difficult for us and to top all the woes we got a dog. But, without a shred of doubt, those were the happiest days. I can’t say the same for my dad though! King became his responsibility from day one!

King, who came into our lives as a tiny, timid, confused looking pup with huge eyes soon over-grew us. At 6 months when Kingu, as we called him, stood on his hind-limbs he could hold my shoulders. And he was as naughty as a 6-7 year-old kid.
And finicky about food too! Mom had to literally feed him the first bite before he would devour from his dish. He would wake me up every morning scratching my face with his paws. Imagine, I used to get up seeing his black nose sniffing away at my face every morning for a couple of years!
Having him was like having a baby in the house. K3 would play tug-of-war with him and we used to roll with laughter watching them! And like any attention crazy child he would love us talking to him. But how long could we do that, with our school, college and studies? K3 soon came up with an idea which worked like charm. She used to study sitting in front of him and read aloud her lessons. After every 3-4 sentences, she would take his name. So it sounded like, "You know what Newton did, King? He not only found out gravity, he also wrote 3 laws." After about a page of K3's lesson, King would promptly fall asleep. Poor thing!

Our lives revolved around him, he ruled our lives in true sense. It was so much fun to come home from college/school and to find him waiting for you with his tail wagging like crazy. It was such an ego-boost to see some one so happy to see you back!!

Every day was some new King story. How he was scared of the sun beam that fell on him from the window, how he got K2's hair band stuck around his neck, how much he loved his collar with bells on it, how he enjoyed eating upma and noodles, and how this ferocious looking dog was the most gentle creature we knew...It used to be a funny sight to see him looking at the kitten licking away the milk from his plate and then whining for food!

I know when I start talking about King, memories just keep pouring and it's difficult to keep my eyes dry. There’s so much more to write about our beloved dog, but the way he has touched our lives can’t be put in words. I can see those who have had or have pets nodding their heads in agreement.


Ron said...

LOng live your king...
get a Prince now.

fountainhead said...

King was indeed such a gentle used to be fun with him. And this is coming from someone who is not a great dog lover...more scared

Deppe said...

The only pet I had as a kid was an injured squirrel who stayed with us for 3 months, but I'm still nodding at what you write

kavs said...

Welcome Ron! I think I have already found my prince. ;-)
Thanks Pals!
You had an exotic pet Deppe, and thanks for nodding! :-)

Anonymous said...

I remember when I had asked my parents for a dog, I knew it was going to be rejected, but at least I wanted to try, well, at that time being in a single bedroom quarters, the place wasn't enough for us :D But that didn't stop me petting my neighbour's dog :). Then when I came to college, there was this huge dog in the house right opposite, her name was Lassie, a Collie, and I remember some wonderful times with her, and then she gave birth to four pups, our joy knew no bounds. At the hostel, we adopted a cat - name was Kato (how creative) , which was given by the vet when we took it to get it its shots, and a puppy. Still remember the number of fights we had with lots of others who didnt want them, because of the mess they made, especially Kato , who devoured all the pigeons and left the feathers for us to clean. Once incident I will never forget is , when once my roommate left the door open and I slept off, only to wake up and realize that Kato was sleeping next to me on my bed, getting warm and snug under my quilt :D aye aye, I am nodding !!

kavs said...

Hey Lux! Thanks for the lovely stories! and yup, Kato sounds really creative. :)