I was found outside the Loreto Convent in Lucknow as a small puppy, less than a month old. A girl
|I was the size of a football|
There were four children. Two boys, Manu and Manan. Two girls, Manvi and Riya. They all spent time with me. I was their first dog, so they had no idea how to handle me. They played with me when I was small. As I got bigger, they were a bit at a loss as to how to relate to me. But it's okay now. There was one major problem back then. Manvi's father, Mukesh, was a very busy man, commuting to the next city for work. Maria needed to ensure that it was okay with him for me to stay. She put it off at first, waiting till he was more relaxed and more inclined to have a positive outlook on having a dog in the house. The moment I finally met him, after several weeks, I lay at his feet adoringly and he said I could stay. I have now been here for six years. Indian dogs can live up to 15 years, so I'm still a relatively young dog.
I'm quite a large dog and not really a pet, owing to my rough, street background. But I love my family and make the best guard dog, because of my protective and defensive instincts. Nothing gets past me. The meter reader and the postman are a bit scared of me. You should see how terrified they are if they have to come in. I suppose that's why Maria keeps me tied up all the time. Who needs Rottweilers or Dobermans when you can have an Indian dog? We cost nothing. We are not fussy eaters. We are hardly ever ill and I can proudly tell you that apart from vaccinations and a small road accident, I haven't cost my family much in vet bills. There was a slight problem when the cleaning lady came too close to me and I reacted. Maria had to pay the doctor a lot of money to give anti-rabies injections to the cleaning lady 'just in case'. Maria apologised to the cleaning lady, gave her the week off and cooked meals for her family and sent them from our kitchen every night. Last year, during Diwali, when I was very disturbed owing to fireworks going off, I upset some neighbours who came too close to me. Those neighbours were regular visitors, but not one member of their family has stepped inside our door since then. Maria says that for this year, during Diwali, they will tie me up somewhere inside the house. She doesn't want me to get too upset in case there are any loud fireworks this year. Because times have changed, we're not sure how Diwali will be this season.
Duggu and the New Normal
|Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay|
A Day in Duggu's Life
Maria and Mukesh are like owls. They prefer to rest in the day and remain active at night, so they are not early risers. As soon as one of them shows up in the morning,
|Image by krustovin august from Pixabay|
The cleaning lady doesn't come into the house nowadays. Everyone allows their cleaners in, but Maria's children are adamant that until the Covid-19 risk reduces substantially or a vaccine is available, cleaners should not be allowed into our house. The cleaning lady is a
|Image by Deen Alexey from Pixabay|
As for food, I eat a lot of porridge. Maria loves to tell everyone that I grew tall and strong on wheat porridge. I am definitely head and shoulders taller than my street-based counterparts. At night, I eat chapatis, a type of flatbread made from wheatflour along with milk. Many people believe dogs should be fed some meat and probably they are right. To ensure I'm getting proper nutrition, Mukesh buys some pellets of dog food for me in non-vegetarian flavours. When we go for our late night walk, Maria often brings some biscuits for the street dogs. They get all our left-over food too. Many people forget to feed street dogs nowadays. That is sad. Street dogs serve as a type of neighbourhood patrol here and people who feed and look
|Image by Priyam Patel from Pixabay|
Since the new normal took over, there's one thing I'm very glad about. Our cleaning lady doesn't bring her children anymore. She used to bring them very often and they would wait while their mother finishes her work. However, they don't come anymore because of the danger of spreading infection. I don't miss them at all. They hate me because I upset their mother. They see me tied up and they laugh at me and tease me and make funny faces, driving me mad and making me angry. Maria always stops them, but they continue when she goes away. It's much more peaceful here without them.
So the new normal suits me very well. A quiet life, fewer visitors and my family at home all the time. It's great. What more could a dog want?
The images of Duggu are my own.
Thanks to Pixabay for the illustrations.
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