Last winter, a long-dormant desire to own a pup surfaced big time that led me to beg, cry, throw a tantrum solely for the benefit of my husband, that made him ultimately cave in and we ended up being a happy, even if reluctant owner of a 2 month yellow labrador, christened Winkie Poo. What circus both of us had to do to bring her all the way from Bangalore to Sikkim...
Winkie's now 5 and a half months old and she's eaten her way through countless shoes, stuffed toys, couch cushions, my precious books and more recently, my glasses leaving me blind for the morning and unable to go to work, not to mention making my purse lighter as I left the optician's place paying for my new glasses.
Other "less" damages, at least not money-wise is losing her bladder control in the house, even after taking her out for the designated walk when she's supposed to do her dirty business... My living room smells like a public toilet and I'm ashamed to let people inside my house.
I remember nodding along when her previous owner talked about participating Winkie in dog shows when she gets older,"just like her mum." Ha ha! The only commands my pup knows is COME! (when her dinner's ready) and SIT!. That too, only after I go, Sit Winkie, sit sit sit sit sit, why the hell wont you sit!!!
Its a tough life but something I voluntarily called upon myself, I know. I suppose the only silver lining I can recount about all this is when I get back home after a long day and she's so excited to see me, it makes me wonder if I am indeed that special after all! Thats when I relax and once again be happy about being a dog owner, that is, until the next shoe sacrifice...
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