Hey hi!! This is Fancy!! I am a Labrodor Retriever, six months old today and here is my tale of how I got here to Mummy, Daddy and Chinnu!! (I have realized that I am growing up to be quite a lady off late!!)
I will keep coming back and keep pawing in whatever I can, whenever I can sneak up to mummy’s lap top. She is on the lap top very often now-a-days. I need to sneak up and paw up my diary, whenever mummy forgetfully leaves the lap-top on and goes to catch a quick nap. I have honed my keyboarding skills, so even if I manage to get a few minutes, I promise you’ll all hear from me.
Well, well, I don’t even remember how long ago, but it was very very long ago that I found myself being on a motorbike, being virtually squeezed by one of them and in thick of traffic. Was I scared? I was petrified. I was trying to scramble up the guy in the front, I was trying to scratch him, but I could hardly reach his shoulder bone, finally one beautiful opportunity - the guy stopped his bike (now I know it as a traffic signal), I bit the guy who was squeezing me hard and he loosened his grip a little and I jumped out. But before i realized - I had to stop - there were hundreds, no I think it was thousands of big wheels going fffffaaaaaassssssssttttttt. I was scared, I wanted to go back, but hello, where were these guys, I was almost desperate and then the same fat chap picked me up.
Was I releived? You bet I was! I wanted to kiss him out of sheer relief, but he was squeezing me (now I know) he was scolding me. What a dirty man this man was, see I surrendered back to him, despite him squeezing me, and he is screaming at me.
Finally we entered into small roads, then very small roads and hey, stop, stop we will all go into the stream. Whew, these guys stop just short, what if the brakes had failed? How can these fat men be so careless? I need to teach them a lesson or two, may be later.
Then I see this man come and coochcooing to me. Oooooh he is picking me up, will this fat guy squeeze me now? I’ve had enough for the day…. Hey he is very gentle. He is carrying me with so much care….
Hello, Hello why are you putting your lips to my forehead? Hello? Don’t you know how to kiss? If you need to kiss, you need give a very very wet and warm lick. These humans don’t know anything!!
Oh he puts me down, (that was daddy - I came to know later) and then there are so many million people, including one small people there. Small people seems to be scared, but I like him and move towards him - he is so cute - he is running away - oh that must be Chinnu, the way daddy is asking him to pick me up. I am very smart, I learn people’s names very fast. Then this lady comes in, wow what a nice and beautiful lady, all well dressed in a saree, nice bindi and lots of flowers (it actually looks like a garden and I want to really go and play there!!! - please don’t tell her!) Yeah man that is mummy - she picks me up carries me away and puts a nice feeder bottle with warm mild in to my mouth.
I’ve had enough for now, I think it is Chinnu’s birthday and I am the gift. Daddy does not have any sense at all. How can he gift me to Chinnu, when Chinnu is so scared of me? Daddy, naah he needs to learn from mummy…
Anyway I think mummy coming back….. let me hurry up and close here. Next time I am around I will definitely tell you more and more.
Bye….bbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Lick, lick, lick…..