Obviously closely Indian film related, right? Oh whatever, it’s Friday. I just want to relax and have fun after this emotional week.
Dog stories! I’ll go first. When my sister and I were 3 and 5, my parents set up an elaborate treasure hunt around the house (well, it felt elaborate, but we were really tiny, it might have just been a straight line through the middle of the house), and at the end of it there was a piece of paper with a picture of a dog and a cat, we got to pick which one we wanted. We picked dog, and my parents breathed a secret sigh of relief because they really didn’t want a cat.
So we went to the pound and looked at all the puppies and Mom and Dad kept talking about “the one with the white” collar, which was confusing to is, because it was the pound, none of them had collars? But we liked the fluffy one that was at the front of the cage. Turns out, they meant the fluffy one! Because she had a fluffy white collar made of fur built in.
Mom and Dad liked her because she was part of a litter of puppies, and she jumped in front of all of them to go “yip yip yip! Back off back off! Fight me if you want to get at my brothers and sisters!” Clearly the best dog. We took her home, and she was a super easy puppy, slept all day, hardly opened her eyes or raised her head, puppies are easy! Mom and Dad took her to a vet who said “yep, she’s dying”. They were left to decide if they wanted to spend several hundred dollars on a puppy they had just gotten, or explain Death to their tiny daughters. Obviously, they spent several hundred dollars instead.
Any sane person would tell you that you should not have a puppy and two pre-school children at the same time. And yes, there was a lot of poop around the house, and basically everything we own has bite marks on it, but it was so worth it! She was just the best dog in the universe. Also, very useful to have a smart dog when you got older. I wasn’t supposed to watch TV during the day, but the dog was this great early warning system. 5 minutes before my parents got home, she would get up and go sit by the front door. I don’t know how she knew (sound of the car? Some long distance smell thing?), but it was very useful.
She was a border collie crossed with a husky, so extremely intelligent, extremely protective, and very very large. It took us a few years to figure out that when she ran up to the landing on the stairs as people came up to the door, it was so she could more easily leap down and grab them by the throat. It also took us a few years to realize she was putting us to bed every night. She’d just come over and stare at you until you started to think “gee, I should go to bed”. And somehow all 4 of us would find ourselves upstairs in bed with a contented dog doing little bed checks and then curling up in the hallway to keep an eye on all of us.
Also, we got in the habit of spelling words in front of her. Which is why, thanks to my insanely smart childhood dog, I still say “I have to F the D” or “W the D”, not common terms I have come to discover. Also not common to say “excuse me” and then expect the dog to politely get up and move aside.
Okay, that’s my dog stories! I mean, I’ve had other dogs, but they were just dogs, you know? She was the real dog. Which is why you don’t get to know her name, because my entire family still uses her as passwords regularly. Sure it’s bad computer security, but she was such a good watchdog! It feels like the safest thing you can do.
Who was your real dog? If you have had one?