Welcome aboard Gucci
Ladies and Gentlemen! [Though I wonder if it applies anymore:)] Roll on the red carpets, raise your toasts and bow down to the disarming innocence of my pawed friend comrade Gucci! Gucci and Runa [Gucci’s caretaker or vice versa, see we dogs have no masters:)] mark their debut post here but believe me they are going to be a regular feature on this Dog diary! Gucci also happens to be the double distinction holder student from Dog Institute of Technology with majors in Feline chases and PHD on ‘Prospective hypothesis and explanations to the eternal question- Why Dog chase cars?’ So without further adieu, here’s the canine himself, Gucci and the dame Runa… unplugged for you!
Missed the one chance we had at winning a gorgeous IPL match against stupid Zinta’s team. Last ball losses, I can/t take them anymore! No one remembers the brave front we put, people, remember how we didn’t win any. So my pet, Gucci decided to do something no dog must have ever attempted in the history of dog kind. He is recuperating from an operation since January and has been put on a doodh-dahi diet ever since. He also wears a weird collar that stops him from licking his wounds. Now, he has been watching all of us having good food for a long time, and has waited for the right time. His collar is off now, so he is in the mood for some action.
We had samosas last evening and kept the remains on the edge of our terrace. Around 8, after crying a bit for my team, I dressed up to go buy a gift for a friend, and by chance walked into my terrace. And there I see, Gucci walking on the edge of the wall, like an expert rope walker, and licking those samosa crumbs off the edge. The oxygen in my windpipe or food pipe got stuck right there, and I wondered how long would it be till the soft toy of my universe would have a false stepping. Am not a person who waits too long for things to happen, I need to get into action, so I calmly called him, “Gucci..?” He turned to see me and well, now he was even more precariously placed as there was very less space for all the four paws to stand vertically in that area. Horizontally, it was still fine. But vertically, I didn’t want to imagine… I slowly walked to him, hoping he didn’t decide to move an inch, and as soon as I got to him, I clutched his tummy and lifted him up like this was a Roadies task that would win me life itself! Gucci was saved.
I took him into the drawing-room, threw him on the couch and rolled up a paper (weapon of mass destruction) and beat him up till I got tired. A suicidal dog isn’t exactly what I had wanted in life. He is getting better after months altogether, and I possibly couldn’t let him die over a few samosa crumbs!! What was he thinking!? I couldn’t calm down after hours, and later on, I almost hit Baba for giving him salad. Later I almost hit my maid with a rolled-up newspaper as she tried to hug him thanking God for saving his life! Only Ma glared, and 24 hours hence, she is still glaring (it is to remind Gucci of the grave offence he has committed)
I am sure dogs don’t have a fear of heights or anything, but well, I have all those fears and more. Gucci’s samosa escapade could have cost me dearly and well, I am not ready to forgive him just yet… It rained tonight and Gucci came to me, all wet and fuzzy (he loves the rains), and sat over my left foot, and is snoring ever so lightly now…Oh let it be, I will be angry at him some other day…You just can’t resist this feeling called love.
P.S. On a serious note…Gucci and Runa, no words which I could woof would echo my gratitude and respect for the two of you. As with the best things in life, which can’t be fit into words. May the readers get inspired to adopt a street dog or to treat their own with love compassion and care which is rightly deserved by every dog.