Dawgs... a gift from god...

After reading a post on a website, I have been inspired enough to write a blog post about one of my favourite things, DOGS! I am not gonna tell you what awesome pets dogs are; there's enough on the net about that already and frankly speaking some of the stuff is plain weird. All those sites dedicated to cats and dogs are just a bit too much, though i do love the LOLcats.... they are hilarious! Proof lies here: http://icanhascheezburger.com/

Anyways, back from when I was barely three or four years old, I can remember there being dogs at my grandfather's house. The one i can recollect was a pomeranian named Laika. That was when I discovered what a cool friend a dog is. You can get bored of your dog, but it never gets bored of you. Yeah a dog can have people it likes more than you, but when your alone with it, it aint gonna say a word about anybody but you! Oh wait I am doing what I said I wouldn't, telling you how awesome dogs are. Sorry about that. Moving on, we got our first dog back in like '92 I think (by we I mean my parents, my sister and me). Her name was.... wait for it.... (drumroll.... )... Nicy! Yeah we didn't exactly get very creative with the naming part but the thing is, that name fit her like a glove.

She was a pure breed pomeranian and had some very illustrious pure breed parents too, if my memory serves me right. The reason the name was apt for her was because, no prizes for guessing, she was quite the sweet little soul. Some people find poms a bit unnerving because they are known to have short tempers. But this dog wouldn't harm a fly if its life depended on it. Me and my sister were as naughty and evil as any other siblings of our age, and though i am not proud of it, we went to extreme lengths to pester our dog. But that sweet thing, she took it all with barely a growl.

Even when she would meet strangers, she would maybe give a bark or two and then cozy up to them like she had known them all her life. Though this didn't make her of much use to us as a guard dog, this soon made her very popular among visitors to our place. She didn't know any fancy tricks, wasn't very disciplined and had barely any training at all. But yet she stole everyone's heart the first time she met them. Needless to say, we grew very very fond of her and loved her fiercely. She did some things she probably wasn't very proud of (like getting knocked up by street dogs, running away from home only to come back looking like she had been cleaning the gutters) and so did we (hitting her when we were in a bad mood, being lazy to take her for walks) but overall, she endeared herself to us so much that when she finally passed away in 2001, it came as a huge blow to all of us. So much so, that my mother, who had loved Nicy like a member of our family (I always wondered how she had so much love left over after giving us so much), decided never to keep a dog at home again. We were kids, we moved on, but mom had developed quite a bond, and I think she probably still misses Nicy in her own motherly way.

One of the fondest memories I have of Nicy is the way she would chase her own tail. All we had to do was touch her tail and she would spend the next five minutes chasing it around. She left an indelible mark on my character, in that she started my love affair with dogs, made me love animals and I am a true believer of the saying that if you haven't loved an animal (preferably a dog), then you haven't loved at all. For its my belief that dogs truly understand that impossible facet of love us humans find so difficult to embrace, of giving without expecting. I could go on for pages about my dog, but I would like to end this blog by saying that I hope that one day you experience that wonderful man-dog relationship too, for it can only make you a better person. Woof woof! :)

P.S. The article that inspired this love letter to dogs:

http://1000awesomethings.com/2010/04/13/528-when-your-pet-notices-youre-in-a-bad-mood-and-comes-to-see-you/