Minnie and Growler have been given away, to Commando Dog House.
Last week Growler had jumped into a neighbor's well. And refused to come out. People gathered around, threw down a log tied at the end of a rope. But he refused to budge. The water was only up to his knee-level, I hear. Eventually they managed to pull him up. And pasted our dogs' temporary caretakers with a compensation fine of 3000 INR. And the dogs' temporary caretakers, located in Kollam, cried out to us, saying they could take it no more; that these weren't normal dogs as they had expected them to be. Hence, they journeyed on our Scorpio back to Trivandum. Now, they can't stay here at our place cause of the wolf-howls.
These used to happen around 1am every night. One of them start off, the other catches on and then they raise their pitch and reach a resonant frequency. This gives my creator sleepless nights. The guy becomes neurotic, tapping our windows in the hope that the dogs will hear the rattle and keep quiet. Little does he know that the creatures are lost; lost in the creation of a beautiful music perhaps only either of them can appreciate. My other creator, when she loses her patience, gets up, goes down to the kitchen and tries talking some sense onto them. She goes through the good cop-bad cop routine. In the end, she resorts to a more universal language. Throws a bucket of cold water onto them. This seems to quieten them up. It amazes me why the dogs never caught a cold when they were here. Maybe I was too busy with my own.
So, my brother gives them to Commando Dog House. He signs an MoU with the Commando Dog House authorities that says he is never to come back and inquire about them or talk to them henceforth. Frankly, I don't think I'll recognize them among a pack of naadan dogs. He makes a one time payment of 4000INR to them in the hope that they'll be getting Chicken Biriyanis every alternate day. And he leaves the premises, paying off our guilt, letting Commando Dog House do the dirty work for us.
Last week Growler had jumped into a neighbor's well. And refused to come out. People gathered around, threw down a log tied at the end of a rope. But he refused to budge. The water was only up to his knee-level, I hear. Eventually they managed to pull him up. And pasted our dogs' temporary caretakers with a compensation fine of 3000 INR. And the dogs' temporary caretakers, located in Kollam, cried out to us, saying they could take it no more; that these weren't normal dogs as they had expected them to be. Hence, they journeyed on our Scorpio back to Trivandum. Now, they can't stay here at our place cause of the wolf-howls.
These used to happen around 1am every night. One of them start off, the other catches on and then they raise their pitch and reach a resonant frequency. This gives my creator sleepless nights. The guy becomes neurotic, tapping our windows in the hope that the dogs will hear the rattle and keep quiet. Little does he know that the creatures are lost; lost in the creation of a beautiful music perhaps only either of them can appreciate. My other creator, when she loses her patience, gets up, goes down to the kitchen and tries talking some sense onto them. She goes through the good cop-bad cop routine. In the end, she resorts to a more universal language. Throws a bucket of cold water onto them. This seems to quieten them up. It amazes me why the dogs never caught a cold when they were here. Maybe I was too busy with my own.
So, my brother gives them to Commando Dog House. He signs an MoU with the Commando Dog House authorities that says he is never to come back and inquire about them or talk to them henceforth. Frankly, I don't think I'll recognize them among a pack of naadan dogs. He makes a one time payment of 4000INR to them in the hope that they'll be getting Chicken Biriyanis every alternate day. And he leaves the premises, paying off our guilt, letting Commando Dog House do the dirty work for us.
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