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)