Sweety’s Day One At Our House

Mid-March, 2002.

Around 8 p.m.


“Moommmy..!! Somebody just knocked the door.”

“Oh, okay. Let me see, who is it…” – said my mom.

The door is opened.

Mom is at the door.

I’m peeping out from inside the house.

TaaDaaaa!! *SURPRISE*

On the other side of the door, stands a man – my dad’s friend – with a cane basket!!

So what?, you may ask. What’s so special about a ‘basket’?

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The basket looked somewhat like this

The actual surprise is what lies inside the basket! Two jet-black puppies!!! German Shepherds, both of them (this I learnt later).Β You kidding? NO!! My mom and that man were engaged in some conversation. I was oblivious. The conversation could not be interpreted by me. Reason being: My entire Cerebrum and the Occipital lobe was focused on only one thing – The two black Canines in the cane basket!!

The next moment, before I knew it, one of them was set out, outside the basket. Run! Run!! Ruuunnnn!!! (This is what my subconscious mind was telling me to do). And so I did. I ran as fast as I could, with an enormous and huge (for a 5 year old me, of course) less than a foot* pup, tailing behind.

What if it pounces upon me? What if it uses it’s sharp, fierce and dangerous claws and rips my flesh off??! How do I escape from this huge giant?? – Were my thoughts then. Ah, Silly me!

Finally after a loooonng 10 seconds run, I had managed to climb up on a tall hill, which proved to be a life-saving deal.

Translation of the above sentence: I climbed on our bed in the bedroom. The bed was around 2 feet** high, the little, less fortunate pup (who was later named Sweety) couldn’t climb it. Thus, ended our race. Or maybe, just started? Of course. So many more adventures to come.

P.S.: Oh no. I forgot. You might be wondering who the other puppy was, along with Sweety, in the basket, right? Well well.. He was named Sheru. A male German Shepherd, and was adopted by the man who brought in Sweety and Sheru in our house, on the first day. Lovely, isn’t it? πŸ™‚

* foot – 1 foot = 12 inches = 30.48 cm

** feet – plural for foot.

This is the earliest memory that I have of Sweety. Do you people remember the very first day with your dogs? If yes, then do not hesitate, type away and let us all hear about your wonderful stories!! *wink*

For reference to the previous post in this category, check-out – “Dog Days” dated: 25th May ’15 or click here.

– Suri


22 thoughts on “Sweety’s Day One At Our House

  1. Such a sweet memory it is, Suri πŸ™‚
    Well, I never had a pet dog but last December, we brought a helpless pup shivering in the cold to our room in the hostel. The first memories of him were trying to convince him that we were not going to harm him and he can come out of the little bed I built for him using my blanket πŸ˜€

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    1. Thank you so much Prateek. πŸ™‚
      Aww.. that was so nice of you to bring the little one in.. πŸ™‚ I’m sure he might be thankful to you guys for showing such a kind gesture towards him. C’mon! We need more people like you! The ones who help animals rather than deliberately causing them any more trouble. πŸ˜‰

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  2. I remember the first day we got my puppy. He would follow me around everywhere. If I was missing for two minutes, his howl would rattle our neighbours. The first week, I had to eat with him, sleep with him and do everything with him. Even going to the loo was considered as betrayal and he would just try to jump in my tub and try to nibble the bubbles. When we found him a companion I remember feeling a bit hurt that he rather play with her than follow me to the loo. πŸ˜€

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  3. I’ve never had pets, but I’ll get a Labrador or maybe a St. Bernard when I move to Delhi soon. I can’t live alone right?

    This was SUCH a sweet post, Suri:)

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    1. Wow. Ladrador and St. Bernard, both are cool choices. Good luck for it! I bet a dog would be the most awesome companion for you!! πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot, Soochie πŸ™‚

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