Sunday, February 14, 2010

Blacky

He was my sibling’s pet Alsatian. His owner was a very possessive and abusive person; As a result he was a thoroughly abused dog who selected me as his owner till the last day of his very short life. .His death was a mystery.

He was one intelligent dog. And one of the most sophisticated dogs I have ever seen. Its funny but he ignored his owner and obeyed me. He used to spend all his day (and preferably nights) in my rooms. Sprawling like a king, not even moving a paw to give us a place to walk. It was his room and he allowed us to use it was his attitude.

He was roaming spirit, whenever he found the main gate open or loose he used to loose free in the street. People used to panic. No one will love a full grown Alsatian roaming around in the street without a chain and an owner. And it was almost always me who had to run after him screaming like silly. He was gracious enough to listen to it.

At that time I was staying at home and my brother used to commute to Kolkata from there. He used to return at night and leave in the morning. We used to take blacky’s food along with ours.

Whenever my brother used to stay in Kolkata (without notice) he used to wait eagerly for the dinner, as I used to skip it myself I used to forget him in the earlier days. Then I changed the pattern after seeing his hungry, pleading eyes one too many times. I used to feed him his dinner the moment his true owners retired and then keep the rest for us.

I still remember those pleading eyes on that black face, whenever I forgot to feed him the dinner.

He once scared the living day light out of me. He was my shadow. So he used to follow me to the roof, my favourite place. There is a pattern in our roof’s walls. The patterns of playing cards. He once stuck his head in the heart shaped hole. And I thought he will die there, stuck. Then he taught me the trick of getting his silly head out of there. For I struggled for more than an hour when I suddenly found out the trick. He was so shameless that he used to do it again and again.

Its really fun to have a dog around.

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