Friday, June 09, 2006

My bitches and more.....

The first bitch I had to live with was an annoying little yapper that just wouldn't shut her trap. Whisky was her name and destruction of furniture was her game.
Bambi followed Whisky when we moved to the boondocks and discovered her shivering under the stairs.
Ten years later when we moved to PV, Dad got a little canine crazy. Mamma used to hang around outside with her sons and lovers, Simba and Doogie but my father soon invited them in.
They were followed by .. what else .. pups - Ebony, Alien, ChooChoo, The General and Junior.
Pickles wandered in a few years later, as did Dipstick and the most impressive of the lot - Spinner.
Pickles is half Rottweiler-half Doberman. So he has a big head and a smal ass. Women with covered legs (skirts, pants, jans) should beware when they meet Pickles, because he likes to hump cloth-covered legs. Of course, his massive slavering mug is inches from your face, so there's not much you can do about it except hang on to the sofa.

Sameera was and still is another favourite . She even stayed with self and the sister for a short while when she was being picked on by the bigger boys.
We found her one day, a small scrawny pup with emerald green eyes and pink nose, climbing the tree in front of the house. Half dog-half cat-half pig.
She's now so fat and her back's so flat, you can balance a tea tray on her.

Spinner had the most tragic puppyhood. He was run over by a car near our house and neighbours dropped him off on our driveway. He had a huge pus ball on his head, probably internal bleeding. When the vet sliced it open, he also damaged his vision. This is why Spinner had to live, permanently, on the first floor, away from the other male dogs.
When feeding time came, twive every day, we'd place his bowl in the middle of the room and he'd spin around and round till he got to it.
Sister would be evil sometimes and hold his bowl over his head where he could smell it but not reach it.
Spinner died the day the folks moved from PV.
All the furniture had been removed from the first floor and he'd lost his bearing and sanity. My father tried to slip him some Calmpose in a bowl of milk, but the blind bastard was completely disoriented.
Since we had so many dogs, and my father was running Maneka Gandhi's dog shelter in Gurgaon, we had trappers from the pound helping us get all the dogs sedated and on the truck.
Spinner refused to be sedated, so these guys slipped a noose around his neck.
Spinner flipped it. He was a big dog... a little larger than a Retriever and extremely muscular. So when he started convulsing, growling and biting everyone in sight, the handlers had to use the noose to get him down the stairs. He bit his tongue and bled all the way down the stairs, across the living room and driveway.
The family was devastated when he died. We'd lost a lot of dogs over the years to various causes - mange, distemper, hit-and-runs, poisoning by the neighbours but this mutt was particularly hard to get over.

They're getting old now. Pickles has lost most of his fire, he just sits in the shade most of the day. Junior, once very aggresive, huddles under the couch, Bambi has cataracts and no teeth and Sameera's developed arthiritis.

They may have destroyed countless shoes, chewed their way through three sets of furniture, bitten half-a-dozen annoying neighbourhood children and woken up everybody everyday at 2am for their nocturnal argument.. but they've always been an integral part of this family...

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