Other Dogs That I Don't Know Much About

There are a few dogs that I don't know much about but defenitely know there background.

There was one Mr. Pai who had a German Shepard. She was in heat and then as everyone knows the miracle happened. Yes it laid puppies, I don't the number but there were quite a few. The pups were distributed among the colony members and some of them to the owner of the male dog. Anyways most of them were tenants and they moved shortly after they received the pups. But one stayed. Mr Kini's neighbour wanted one male pup of the German Shepard but i guess he was a bit weak in anatomy. The pai's gave them a bitch and they thought it was a male till the first heat. :oD What a shock they had. Their immediate reaction was to de-sex the dog. Sad that it missed out on the "pleasures" of life. They unknowingly named the dog John!! :oD.

The other dog was a doberman named Dobby, belonged to one Mr. HR pai. I didn't know that dog quite that well as it was ferocious n they wouldn't take the chances. I think the dog was aged 10-11 when it passed away.(reason I don't remember).

The next one belonged to one Chakradhar and Bhushan. Well actually they had two. one was a big cross breed( unknown to me) brown in colour and really big paws and good solid build. The stance is enough to scare anyone anytime. The name was Vicki, pretty calm nature. He died of old age. They had a second cute Little Pomeranian named snowy. Sounded like a chocked muffler of an old car. It was quit funny to hear that little doggy bark. :o) Again, this dog like Vicki died of old age.

The next one belonged to Mr.Reddy, who moved in to the locality in their new home. They got a really huge German Shepard and named it Rocky, a very faithful dog and loved Reddy so much that it jumped from the roof of their house when he was leaving to work or something like that.

Then a miracle, the dog survived with just a minor fracture to it from left ankle. It limped back to health. I don't know the situation now.

The other family that moved in not so long, purchased the house that they rented and MAN!! they got dogs one after the other. My belief is that the dog died courtesy to the kids in their joint family. Those kids are like devils (I mean not little ones). carrying the dogs by the tail, swirling it and throwing it around. Beating a sick dog cos it pooped and stuff like that. The parents never seem to care. When I asked their gatekeeper he said the dogs were taken to the factory.I doubt it. Either ways they got like 5-6 dogs one after the other. Present situation unknown.

This other Dog that i knew was a Gentle Monster. A Dane/ Queen Mix was like 4.5 feet high weighing in around 40 kg(Sound like I am introducing some wrestlers :oD ). deep sound bark which can be heard from where I stay(other end of the street at least 25 house away)On any given not that noisy time I can hear this dog along I with its company barking at a drop of a leaf. I am not sure if it is my hearing or if the dog is just too loud. The other dogs that they had were a huge German Shepard named Vicki(DEJAVU) :o) and a really Obese Black Lab named Raja. or something on similar lines. Vicky died and I don't know about the lab but defenitely can say that the Dane/queen cross is still alive.

Most of them died, Some of them were replaced, but none of them ever forgotten by anyone.

Sad But True Life Always Has an End.

Pompey and Co

This one is from the Kini Family.Well there were two famiies and both families had dogs.

The first family that I am going to talk about had many dogs over a period of time. The main one i can remember is Pompey. He was a black do with white streak on his chest. I was told it was a pomerian crossbred. It sort of had a fuuny bark more like magnified volume of a Pug :o] Anyway he never allowed me to get close to him but I was sort of persistant but a little hesitant cos I was young. Once their daughter pushed me towards the dog but I was uncertain about myself and the Dog bit me. MAN!!! Did it hurt or what . Anyway the miracle happened one day when the dog finally gave in and sort of submitted to me. He was not that bad after all. I realised that it worked this way. As the days passed by my confidence that i can win increased and the more I wa cocky the more the dog became submissive.

Carrying on, I think he was like 8-9 years of age when he sort of ill and then passed away. As usual he was taken to the corner of this small ground where most of the dogs were burried earlier.

His friends were Clay(belonged to the second Kini family), span, chinnu, and the ones he hated like scobby, moti, Vicky......and pretty much all the dogs on the street.( He lacked "Social Skills").

Anyway Span which is short for spanner was born in the Workshop of Mr.Kini's son. He was a cross breed and trust me on this one. You cant trace it back to the main two breeds( Thats how cross it was :oD ) He was mainly Black and a bit of brown on his legs with small white socks on his two.His main feature was the brown dots on his eyes and the white streak on his forehead running all the way from between his ears to the tip of his nose, sort of like the vermillon the Hindu's apply on the forehead :o]. He was sort of lean and was handsome in build being the only one in the litter. He was with pompey only on vacations I mean the weekends that he use to spend at home. The rest of the times he used to be at the workshop, gaurding and protecting and stuff like that. In short he used to do what all dogs did. His tricks that he did were sort of intresting cos he had his own way of doing it but nevertheless they were good.

Sadly he passed away at the age of three. Died of unknown causes and the death was peaceful. He was buried at the "One stop" spot aka the burial ground for the dogs of the colony.

The next dog was Clay. He belonged to the other Kini Family and he was sort of silent and the follower type, never worried about what others were upto but was equally vigilant at night.

He was a german Sheperd-yellow lab mix I guess. He lived upto the age of 13-14. Whenever you step into the Kini's house u can hear his toe nails scraping against the tiles and the footsteps or should I say Pawsteps where really heavy. I used to spend time with this Dog a lot. Went on walks with Mr Kini and used to observe a calm and submissives dogs behaviour. At time he used to raise hell when he used to see moti or Vicky but not Ramu who was incidently their Neighbour's "stray". I was there when he was given a nice wash and that is where I learnt how to bathe and clean a Dog. My folks used to say that they will not by a dog cos the stench they used t get everytime they stepped into clay house. well its not the dog which is supposed to be blamed, its the carpets. The fur used to collect on that and BOY!!! was it a everyday task for

Mr.Kini who was sort of used to this routine.

This dog had cataract which was surgically repaired but then slowly he went blind in both the eyes. he never used to move much cos of this and that affected the walks and all the things that "come" with a walk. He died of Old age and u know the routine. I carried him all the way till the ground and ....................................... :o {{.

Now coming to chinnu.

He was span's brother. The only thing that diffrentiated him was that he was Reddishbrown with a tinge of Gold on him. He was about the same height as span and had the same streak on his forehead. Here is more,......He was "MY DOG". Yeah Yeah I told you that my folks wouldnt BUY me a Dog but thi Dog wasnt Bought :-D \o/ \o/. He was given to me by Mr Mahesh Kini.

He sort of went along with everyone but he hated the neighbours boxer "Brumel" This one came in long after moti and the other doberman named Razor where gone. He used to jump over the compund wall and and like 8-10 feet on the other side of it and used to charge at the boxer. Ofcourse after Pompey's Bite I wasn scared of any dog as I Knew what was to be done about it.

I intervened and seperated the two with some help from the neighbour and after that no fights ever happened. One main thing that I learnt is the repercussions that a dog gets for its mistakes should be violent. Let me take you over it........................

When I first took Chinnu out for a walk I wasnt sure about why the dogs smell each other for.( I wish I had known) anyway this little innocent one was doing it job by sniffing Bogie(2) who was my follower. I thought that wasnt right and hit him real hard with the chain he was tied with. I didnt realise the force I had in the hit :o[[ This poor pup starts wailing so loud and for a long time I thought its leg was fractured of something but lucky me and the dog nothing hd happened to it. after 15 mins of crying the poor thing settled down. How I wish I shoudnt have done that.

MAN!!! I STILL REPENT MY ACTIONS

Pondering about what action took place that fateful night I realised something which everyone should know about in their life, Dogs or no Dogs Period. After a long lecture from my folks and some 15 mins of hard thinking I really felt this way. Hitting or Physically hurting is not the solution for anything. I talked back to my folks about the way the Hit me and that is what i learnt from them. I was belted till I beld for innocently exposing a film roll then why shouldnt I hit. Well I reminded them of that situation that sort of pulled them back and then after some serious thought and unlearning some of my behaviour I decided I will not hurt anyone physically ever.

This Dog of mine thought me some of the major things of life. Strange when a mute can teach so many things without "hurting".It learnt a lot of things from me and viceversa. It used to be by my side whenever I was home and sort of lisetened only to me. Lucky that dogs dont carry on like humans do or else this dog wouldnt have "spoken " to me ever after that fateful night.

Ironically Chinnu survived for thre years like Span and was burried in the same spot, now which i refer to as "Dog Heaven". He was ill which I should have picked up but i did not.

DOG LOVERS PLEASE NOTE

If your dog's behaviour like eating or anyother activity change please have a look at it or show it to some professionals who can diagnose it ASAP. In this case "IT IS ALWAYS LATE".

He was sick with a high temperature for one week or so. The doctor couldnt help cos it was the first time he was handling my dog and he claims that he didnt know the dogs "History". I still cant relate to it. What the heck did he mean??? It was to late.................

The whole day at college I had a sick feeling and when I reached home he was.......................................................

Did I cry or what that whole week i was so weak and i couldnt do anyting right.

Loosing a loved one is too hard specially for a human.

Some people ask why i dedicate my life to helping people no matter what or helping any animal with the same drive. Well here is the answer. That incident really Shook my world violently and I am on my "mission" . The happiness that I couldnt get out of my dog being there is bing sort of compensated by this thing that I do.

DO YOU EVER WISH THAT YOU COULD CHANGE CERTAIN THINGS IN YOUR LIFE?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ABOUT IT OTHER THAN THINKING WHY DID IT HAPPEN?? ANSWER THAT QUESTION AND YOU WILL BE ON "THE TRACK".

Dew and his pack

There were two dogs that belonged to the Thakkar family I dont remeber one of their names. Thy wer pomerians and one name that I do remember is Pluto. They were relly playful but i dont know much about them as they were stayin in that house for a short period of time. I Hope some day that Swati thakkar will read this and tell me more about them. :o]

The next one I want to talk about is called Dew. He was the sort of Pack leader the Thakkar's dogs needed:o) always on call. Dew is a pomerian too and has habit of leg and pillow humping, one of the desparados that I know. You give him one opportunity and thats it, he is out in a flash u have to run behind him to catch him on the streets. He has a nice bark and loud too. I can hear his bark on anynight n can make out that Dew has seen something in the darkness of the night and maybe because he is not able to hump it ;oD. He somehow sensed the energy from me and was under control when i was around. I hadnt yet figured it out as to wat was happening and how and why he was under a calm state of mind when I was around. It was until I saw Ceaser Milan on Oprah show that I realised that I had the Dog whisperer's Ability and could do wonders myelf and there are plans to give birth to a K9Guru in Australia which has a huge potential in this market. :o). I just hope the market has a good boom when I step in .

Thats it for now. Will be back with Pompey and friends the next time I come in.
Cheers
Neil

ANIMALS OR HUMANS

I am a bit late in writing this blog, sorry about that .I think it was a dangerous potion of laziness, work, stress, tiredness which required some sort of motivaton that was strong enough to get me to Blog. Neway here i am for my next blog and will do it regualrly from now on Hopefully :o]

Lemme see, last time I was talking about moti, vicky n a new entry to the field our neighbourhood Ramu. Inresting charecter this one. He had a light flesh pink/brown sort of a coat which was usually not on him due to the negligence on his owners part. he had one straight and one sort folded midway, the unique feature on this one was his tail. it looked like two small sausages tied together with a rubberband. he was all this and lean but wasnt weak. since he stayed a little bit further away from my home he had litttle comtact to Bogie than the two mentioned earlier, This was a stratergically weak point for poor ol him. whenever he came to meet Bogie he would be chased away and attacked by vicky and then joined by Moti. This is quite strange to see as to why it didnt turn out to be a three way knock out or something like that. Strange enough Moti and VIcky combined forces to attack the Ramu. There are times during Bogie being in heat that many dogs from other area come to this common territroy and I have seen like 5 dogs attack this "Ramu" but I havent seen any Vicious attack than this two on one. He used to bleed profusley with every fight he had, recuperate for somedays and still come back for more, all for a gurl(No offence >:-] ). I used t admire his courage and ponder why he used to come back for more...............!!!

After quite some time and much thinking I realised that when it comes to mating Dogs dont do it for pleasure unlike humans and to top it the territory wa sort of common for three/ four dogs. So these things are like strings attached in a buy one get one deal. ;o] . Then the other thing that I learnt was that the two on one fight had a reason. Ramu was the under dog in most of the one on one fights. When this happens the othe dog which enters the fight senses the energy and joins to attack the "poor ol" under dog and this fight can end only if the underdog behaves submissive and not "arrognt"(may not be the right term but you get the picture).

Dogs have a strange way of dealing with "issues". Unlike humans they move on quite easily and live in the present and remain "happy",not many humans have the ability to do that and I empathise with them. Animals may have memories of fight which help them decide whom to fight when and "when not" to fight but they dont think about "revenge and enimity" like humans. Now is the time to think about the comparison and what I see n interpret from this.

One cannot humanise dogs ..... they are animals first and then dogs then the breed and the name. If you plan to "humanise" them you will be sorry that u may have created a monster of a small dog :o]. Now, you dont want that to happen do you. Instead one can learn from these four legged animals that life in the past is past, GET OVER IT!!! Its time to move on to be happy and "balanced" in the head. As mentioned earlier of combining forces I remebered the Bush, Howard and Blair in Bhagdad or Iraq or any place it may be. They are sort of over doing the animal ritual. They just dont know when to stop ;oP. It would be nice if people knew when to move on and not continue with the "revenge and enimity" Its a vicious cycle of pain and pleasure to some. Please get out of it.

P.S: SHOULD HUMANS TEACH AND TRAIN THE ANIMALS OR LEARN FROM THEM. IT IS A WEIRD WHRIL-D OUT THERE. :o]

HMMmmmm……well what can I say about Bogie..One thing for sure I can say she was the first of the strays that I took under my wings and first of the bogies.

Before we renovated our house the front gate was little higher than ground level and was around 10 -11 inches high. This brown puppy dog walked up to the gate and is tired and resting in the shade of the tree in front of my home. I realized that it was really tired and fed up of walking all its little life. I poured some water into the coconut shell and kept it just outside its reach. Little did it realize that it was a trap that I laid to encourage it to come into the front yard, so that I could hold it or touch it at least :o).

Once it felt some courage to reach the water it somehow sensed the energy that was around me and walked straight up towards me. Once it finished all sniffing and “inspecting” me it started………….. U guessed it right!!! It started licking my feet. That is like on of the first true contacts that I made with or rather a mute animal made with me. It was instantaneous, the bonding and then there was no turning back. You must be asking by now what about folks at home…..did they oppose and stuff. Well yes it’s like the most common things that happen in our land, every parent/s oppose pets specially the stray ones. After a lot of persuasion, begging, pleading and what not conditions being accepted (most of them not followed :o) ) I was a proud owner of a stray.

What I thought turned out to be wrong. It wasn’t a puppy well may be some think it was. It was aged around 12 months old and had a tiny body for a stray. Anyway I used to pet it a lot and it never grew in height. May be it was the height of the gate from the ground, it might be adaptation to the surroundings, whatever it was she was still the prettiest doggie around and the only bitch in the vicinity, RIGHT!!! Here comes one more reason for Moti and Vicky to fight :o). Well I think it was worth the cause :o D. There are many things that I learned from this dog. She was like the introduction that in available in every book, very important, if that bonding hadn’t occurred that day, I wouldn’t be telling you these experiences from my past. Moving on……… we used to walk around every time I came back from school and she used to look at me in the eyes, every other step that she took. It was like she was telling me the stories that happened in the day, what she did and other stuff most of them which I couldn’t understand, but it never mattered to her. All I can say for the moment is that it was like telepathy but jammed lines. :o). Anyway the other things that I learned were to look after puppies :o) , communicate like them (imitation) and other stuff like that.

That’s the time that I realized that nature has many more nice things to give and show to me.


Well I almost forgot about RAMU the neighborhood stray. Will add about it when I talk about the other dogs.

P.S – Ramu was also involved in the fights with Vicky and Moti…

STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF NATURE….. SIGH!!!

Will continue with what were the pleasant memories that I had with Bogie1.

Cheers
Niel

So finally here is Moti!! :o{)

OK now I come back n talk about Moti. Our friendly neighborhood grey German Shepard. He was one of the healthiest and handsome around. He was looked after very well by the landlord. After some time good knows what happen, Moti started loosing weight and having all sorts of skin diseases and ear infections …….well I cant pinpoint as to exactly where it started but I think I know about it…… it was a time when the landlords son came home one day with a Doberman pup. The landlord wasn’t home and everyone’s affection went to that Doberman pup now named Razor.

He was one of the pure bred kind and everybody’s focus was on him. Poor Moti began to look like a city slicker, all knots in the once fine and shiny fur-coat that he had. He was nothing but a stray, or you can say even miserable than one because he was not used to being dirty and eating outside in the garbage bin and stuff. Day passes on and Moti started eating at our home and shared only food, then went back to his house and lay in some corner without troubling anyone. Of all I know he is a nice doggy from heart :o) takes everything as it comes no complaints or arguments. :oP.


I have seen him in fights with many street dogs over a long period. It was all for the sake of a female dog. :o) isn’t that obvious. Anyway his injuries were not serious individually but were stronger by the numbers and they were taking its toll on Moti. On the other hand Razor grew to be a strong guard dog, initially he scared me but time n me got the better of him eventually. :o) he was trained to jump walls as high as 7feet minimum, later that became a nuisance to the owner himself because razor was always on the loose and attacked people on many occasions. Anyway as days passed Moti grew old and his fights with other especially Vicky reduced. He had two surgeries on his ears because they were swollen like a pear due to some infection. He also had an injury to his front right leg on the lower joint as some one had hit him with a machete. Poor dog he never minded that injury and used to carry on with his life… Important lesson here is “Dogs always live in the moment….. Keep their moment happy as possible”.

One calm summer morning Moti passed away peacefully at his house in the same old place where he used to laze his time. He was never heard by anyone on the previous days.
Sad that it had to end like that but happy that it was very very peaceful

SHOULD PEOPLE ALSO LIVE IN THE MOMENT!!!
Controversial matter!!! Aint It??

What say guys!!!

Niel.

Next there would be stories of Bogie 1 :o)

What should the title be!!! :o)

I know i am supposed to talk about Moti.... but I felt that as of today he can wait....
Its raining outside, after a long and hot spell of dry summer. many of the bush land and grassland were burnt and are still burning as i type this out. Its a very rare hppening that it rains here for 2 consecutive days.....neway this rain brought out some of my past struggles and feeling that were attached to it and whatother better place than here :o).

So since most of you know that i had three dogs, one after the other having same looks and same names...welll this blog is about the first one of them called BOGGIE ......aka Boggie Do.. :o)

From my memeories what i can say is that whenever the rainy season starts this bitch had to go into labour and in places ( O M G) very narrow and hardly she can fit into them.... :o). Our backyard used to have concrete pathways attached to the outside of the walls and below it was just soil, as far as a doggie can dig :o). Well boggie decided to go to the corner of the home (near my bedroom window) and dug a hole deep enough for me not to reach in and small enough for her to just squeez in.
She had laid about 5 times in the same location and i new the perils of that. Most of the times it used to be the bandicoots n rats troubling the puppies but this time it was rain, heavy downpour(buckets n buckets of them).

It all happened one night in august. It was raining very heavily and the power was out. In the eerie silence after a heavy downpour in the middle of the darkest night, I was woken up by the strange noises outside my bedroom window. Since the window was open Boggie managed to climb on to the sill and make strange noises( havent heard nething like that b4) which woke me up. I could hardly see my hand in front of my face, but in case of dogs they have all good senses.
I lit up a candle, turned and stepped towards the window when the noises changed and sounded familiar. Something told boggie that i hadnt quiet got the idea of what was happening out there. She barked whipered and jumped up onto and back down to the ground several times before i realised that she was trying to get me out there in the darkness.... :-O.

When I stepped out side having an umberella in one hand and a torch in the other, boggies sound grew louder n louder as if she was playing some game of Hide n seek where one says hot as u get closer and cold as u distance away....... . On approaching her she jumped on me with her muddy feet over n over again running to the nest everytime she jumped on me. On one jump I fell on the slush as her jump threw me of balance. The torchlights cover broke the umbrella n me all dripping wet with slush and rain. I woke up my Dad n our maid who also liked dogs. They arranged for a warm gunny sac/ beeding for the night for the dogs. I tried to get the puppies out of there but it was too deep to reach n boggie wasnt making any effort to get them out other than crying out loud. As the water filled up slowly the puppies started attempts to climb to higher grounds ( Strange are animal instincts-How do they realise that they have to climb higher?).

One by one they came into my reach. As i lifted the first lucky pup Bogggie started runninf back n forth to the gunny sack and me ...... nice gesture asking me to drop the pup to that place. After some 20 mins the 7-8 pups where brought out of the nest. Boggie licked them dry one by one and after the task was completed she was just starting back at me, at which I couldnt resist but to sit by her and look back into her innocent scared eyes which had some sort of gratitude beaming at me........ three days after the incident when all the land had gone dry..... I filled up some soil back into the nest to reduce the depth just in case and lowered pups one by one......
next morning I went out to chk on them and LO!!! the soil which I had put in......was thrown out rightfully where it belonged.........

CHYEARS
NIEL

STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF NATURE ............... :o)

Still talking about realtionships :o)

Well Well I think it all started when I was about 3 years of age…

I vaguely remember myself yanking a puppy(I believe a Doberman) by the skin of its neck to brush its pearly white canines and molars, well that was hilarious at that time because I took the initiative for that :o).

Then after a long time and no contacts with much of the dogs (Rani- a pomerian cross breed at my native and others), I landed in Bangalore when my folks got transferred.
Here started my life among some nice dogs (there is no dearth of dogs in Bangalore).
The first of them was “Moti” a nice little German shepherd at my neighbors. He wouldn’t socialize much but time got the better of our relation :o). Then there was this stray/home dog named “Vicky“. A really stray mongrel. Well Vicky is a moody character.
He used to attack some of us for no good reason and at times used to ignore everyone. People never really understood when they should flee and when they shouldn’t :o). As time passed by ……..

I was the victim of this dog. He bit me one early cold morning when I was returning form the temple (which my mom was against for some particular reason on this particular day). His canine tooth sank into my right thigh (the scar remains) and I ran home but with no tears. After this incident he became one of my sworn enemies (Surprised?? A dog lover’s enemy is a dog!!!) Well this is what happened. One day I found him all alone and tied up in the open verandah of his nice house. Me n one of my neighbor’s kid ganged up and collected all sorts of stone n bricks (from the still under prepared road) went unto the terrace n showered it on this poor old Vicky. He sure did learn a lesson not to mess with me. The change that I saw in his attitude towards me was surprising as dogs live in the moment and they forget most of the things that happened in the past. The moment he sees me anywhere he just turns around n runs non-stop until he makes a turn on the next junction. He avoided me on every occasion. After this unexplained activity I became a hero of sorts because when anyone wanted to cross the path of Vicky I used to be called upon. Here is when my life as a animal behaviorist starts. It took a lot of time and Vicky’s age to slow him down and not run away from me anymore but the best part is I broke his biting habit by regularly discouraging him from it. This is when I realized how to break a dog’s habit (not by beating the hell out of it but to discouraging it). After he slowed down to a trot I moved close to him and guess what ?? he didn’t run away rather my cool calm assertiveness turned him to a docile lovable animal and the kids who used to run away followed my steps to befriend Vicky. The owners of this dog had and still have around 15 dogs on a constant basis in the most unhygienic and neglected conditions. Poor old Vicky died after some time due to disease as a direct result of this neglect. He was missed a lot by many of his haters and he was never heard of again.

During this whole period I found a stray bitch who was very balanced and she was also a part of me coming close to Vicky and others who hated me mutually :o).
Well in the next blog, I would love to mention about Moti and his fate.


CheerS
Niel

Talking about relationships

As I spoke to my mum today I also heard some news about my litlle ol doggie back home in Bangalore India.

After I migrated to Australia around July of 2006 I had not heard much about my doggie back home but the last time I spoke to my folks back home n today I recd much news about my pet.
her name is boggie :o). The first news that I heard about her is that she stopped eating altogether after I left to Aussie land :o(. My folks back home didnt know wat to do!!! When the told me about the situation the only thing that i realised was that mute animals more than humans valued realtionships. There was a very simple solution for the situation at hand and that was to feed it some N-V food like egg!!! :o). Once it got a steady diet of eggs, she started gaining back the weight ta she had lost over a period of 3 months or so.

It all started some 6-7 years ago.............
After I lost my first Doggie in a very unusual way, this doggie, looking very similar to my dog walks into my home. Co-incidently even she was named boggie :o). She had pups time after time and some of them found homes, some died in freak accidents, some lost and the rest adopted by some shelters. Of them all this little lucky friend of mine survived with me and by noe u must have guessed wat her name is...... YUP!!! its boggie again.........the mother dog and her daughter wer like a real good team fending for territory and stuff.........( Will get into the details later :o) Thanks for choosing to wait).

So as time passed by the mother dog passed away and i was left out was with this little lucky dog of mine. She was one hell of a time pass. :o) A guide and a good friend (majorly in times of need).
i used to spend time with her like with no other and in all that time I was learning all the ways and behaviour of dogs and other animals as well from a very good teacher....NATURE herself. :o)). Anyway as time passed by God only knows how many dogs and puppys I have cared for. The best times of my life. As I was saying earlier she gained weight and as of today I heard another beautiful thing about nature and the way they treat humans like us. My cousine had come over to stay at my place and fortunately or unfortunately he had to stay at my place. As he was not carrying any supplies of clothes he had to borrow T's and a pair of pants of mine.
As he stepped out in my clothes my sweet lill doggie jumped all over him sniffing at my clothes and searching for me in it Mum reported!!! As I heard that news a drop tear/ realisation I must say rolled down my eyes. It opened a totally new avenue for me in thinking about the animal nature not forgetting humans no matter they are there or not.I miss her a lot and the info that I have got till date is making me move closer to Animals more than anyone else in this wide open Whirl-d of selfish human. I am very thankful to the three little stray dogs that have walked into my life as they have taught me a valuable lesson of selflessness. KUDOS!!!! to those mutes........


On the other hand there are some "Humans" that i know who are totally not into humanism. What worth is a human life if there is no humanism in it. That blog will come up when the time and the situation is right.

I Once again stress upon these values to all the readers of this blog. Have you guys ever come across such eye opening situations ???...... Plzz do leave a note about that in the comments column. Thanx........

More to COME !!!!!!!
Cheers
Niel.

"THIS A WONDERFUL Whirl-D WHERE HUMANS BEING INTELLECTUAL AND ON THE TOP, HAVE TO LEARN MORE FROM THE NATURE HERSELF!!!"

Forgive me People, this is my first blog ever.
As the days pass by I have always wondered what is happening to the world around me.
is it the world or is it just my perception of the world.
Is it the actions of the characters or is it my action's reaction.

As I muse about the actions, reactions, assumptions, presumptions....... The world around me is getting so twisted that it is getting harder by the day to distinguish good from the bad, innocence from the cruel, soft from the harsh.......Well u get the picture...... There are people that I know that I feel are good towards me and the later I feel that they turn hostile.

Has anyone ever felt as used as me. Well I look at the brighter side that even if I was used I was of some help no matter how insignificant. May be I am very gullible as I have a "come what may" attitude that never stops me from saying no to anyone that asks me for some kind of help or favor.......Ofcourse its not monetary. Then there are people who promise and don't deliver........ Will tell about them in the coming post, when they don't keep up to their words for the nth time. I have been putting up with things and I think that has begun to affect me lately.........Cant make a head or tail of things may be this blogging will help me.

That is one thing that I have to analyze for a long time to come...... I may start regular blogging may not blog regularly.......Anything might happen / may not happen....As they days unfold like petals of a beautiful rose, Reality will dawn upon n may be I will change my self for the good better n the best of the situations that the world has to dish out to me......


Cheers
Niel