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