Sniffing. Chewing. Ripping. Chaos.

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Puppies can be are messy sometimes ALL the time. I wonder why doesn’t the English Thesaurus declare a ‘puppy’ to be synonymous to ‘chaos’. Moving in and around the house, destroying one thing or the other. I’m not saying it’s any of their fault. They are just curious. Curious like a human child. Curious about the surroundings, about their new home, new place, new people, new world! There’s absolutely nothing wrong being curious. *wink*

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Well I don’t know about others, but for the first entire year, Sweety demanded a lot of attention, care, response and always at least one person behind her all the time. If not, then an hour later you may find your costly, favourite footwear impeccably chewed by none other than the sweet, cuddly (and the mischievous) pup – Sweety! And yes, she wouldn’t even get any scolding from anyone!! Why, you ask? Oh c’mon, the answer is so very obvious. Why would you ever scold a pup with eyes as shiny as the stars, it’s tilted face as innocent as a newborn, ears as if they have acknowledged their mistake, sitting under a table or a far corner in the room?

I consider myself an extremely lucky person. Not only because I had a dog, but also because I ‘grew‘ with one!! I was about 5 year old when we got Sweety. She was 2 months old then. Both of us had no experience at all with the outside, or in other terms the real world. Both of us were very immature. It was about time that we start this journey of life. Together. Thus, we started discovering together. We were like two naughty kids at our house. WE RULED THE WORLD. Which in other words, simply meant: we assume that we ruled our territory, i.e. our house; and that every other human being was bound to listen to our orders. Of  course, this was just an illusion and would be wiped away instantly (but only momentarily) by my our (we considered each other to be sisters) mom, when she would scold us for anything that was beyond her understanding. Oh dear, how would she know that playing in the mud was so peaceful! But alas, she would just rant about how unhealthy it was for a child like me to play out there in the mud without an adult supervision. What if I swallow the dirt? All this was beyond my and Sweety’s understanding then. We would just look into each others’ eyes, as though planning for another mischief. We were as good as Partners In Crime. ^_^

Guys and gals!! The photos that I have posted here, are only for reference purpose. The source is Google. These pictures are not Sweety’s.

Well well… I know I had planned a post on Dog Days for every other Saturday. But the thing is, I was reconsidering my decision for this page. Like, would it really prove to be helpful? Would it really help me to finally move on after her death? Or would the nostalgic memories encroach upon me more and more and hence wipe me away from my physical self? Folks, I really need your views upon this. Thank you.

For a link to this page/tab, refer to Dog Days

For an introduction to this page, kindly refer to the post Dog Days dated: 25th May 2015.

For the previous post in this category, refer to the post Sweety’s Day One At Our House dated: 6th June 2015.

– Suri


42 thoughts on “Sniffing. Chewing. Ripping. Chaos.

  1. I loved this piece.I have two Tibetans myself and your comments about Puppies really tapped in to just how they are.
    I love your photos too.Thank you for writing this,and all the best in your life.Hoping that you will have joy.

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  2. I have no doubt whatsoever that sharing your life with Sweety will help you to move on. Sharing an emotional trauma is always a benefit and, given the “audience” range that you have here, I suspect that many will totally understand your feelings based on their own experiences. You were so young which may explain why you appear to be still in a mourning cycle, and makes it even more important to be able to put it all into a healthy perspective. Someone once said “A problem shared is a problem halved.” Believe it!
    Looking forward to hearing the complete version of “Life with Sweety”

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    1. Thanks a ton for your kind words. I really appreciate it. 🙂
      And yes, I’ll continue writing this series. Readers like you always motivate me – to write more – with your lovely comments! 😀


  3. I just see that you made that dog the happiest dog that ever lived. Now it’s time to give another dog a chance to experience that love you shared and make your new pet happy as well. You are a giver of love. I am proud of you for posting and sharing this blog. It shows the great and lovable person you are.
    By the way, I love your website…it looks awesome…I need to fix mine. LOL…just saying.
    But keep your chin up, and be proud, because you know you made your dog happy and you can make any other pet happy in the same way you did the first time.

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    1. Well well… wish I could do that! 😦
      The thing is there are certain requirements like room for the dog/ time for it’s care, grooming/ looking after it, which couldn’t be taken care of at the moment. Hence the delay. Or else, I would love to get a new one as well! 🙂
      Thanks for your opinion!
      Thank you for visiting my blog! 😉

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    1. Well.. that’s the magic of pups! They know how to create an illusion of innocence! 😉 & we do get deceived by them!! XD in a loving way, of course. 🙂

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  4. And he looks gorgeous. Contemplating getting a puppy for my children but am I still working to preparing my mind for the ripping and chaotic part of it all. Had a dog years back her name was Sheila and when she passed from cancer, I couldn’t bring myself to get another one 😦 it was too heartrending.

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    1. Thanks! (Btw if you are referring to the pictures, then I must say it’s not Sweety in those pics. Those are only random pics from the net)
      Thanks for stopping by! 🙂

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