5 Aug

I’m a mother, minus the labour pains…. 🙂

Before you get any vague, wild ideas in your head… here’s my little baby….

Cute isn’t he????

I always thought I hated dogs. Well not always actually, just after one very unfortunate incident where our neighbours 2 year old Pomeranian bit me while I was trying to feed her. What followed was a lot of crying and four extremely painful injections. I could not sleep on my back for weeks…. 😉 I used to play with Pommie (I know the name is clichéd but I lived in Akola…:P ) immediately after coming home from school, and I thought she liked me. But after playing with her for almost a year she bit me when i was trying to feed her, and all my thoughts about dogs’ loyalty went crashing down the drain.

What made them flush out again?? This little guy here called Goofy. I and my cousin bro bought this 42 day old puppy, as his birthday present on 18th of July. I was terrified to say the least, not of the puppy but of the huge responsibility that we were taking up. None of our family members were supporting it. There was even a point where we were not supposed to go to my uncles place coz my grand mom (nani) hated the fact that we were going gaga over an animal.

But goofy came nevertheless at my bro’s place, and we had no idea we could love him so much in just a couple of days. My bro who is of the habit of getting up at 11am in the morning, kept up all night long just to see whether goofy was fine. He spoils him, plays with him and gets up every morning at 7.30am now to feed him and give him his medicines. He does not even mind cleaning up his pee and poop. And he’s never even picked up a broom to clean his own house ever in his life.

I have such a hard time concentrating at work, and all my conversations begin and end with “you know what goofy did yesterday…… aww he is so adorable” with full fledged imitation of his bark, yelp, cry or his innocent puppy face that he makes when we punish him. The only thing I cannot do is imitate him wagging his little tail when I come home 🙂

It’s so satisfying to see him so happy and excited when I call his name after opening the front door and him coming running at top speed, slipping five times just so he can reach me and eat my sandals. Of course he’s not allowed to do that, but with a face that cute, I say oh what the hell you wanna chew off my shoes or my pants.. Well go ahead. 🙂

Taking him to the vet is another experience in itself. There are so many breeds of dogs coming there and how they fuss over him saying “Aww look at him he is soooo cute.. I don’t even remember when my Eliza was so small.” What’s surprising is sometimes you see the same people at the vet’s clinic and although you might not know their name and they might not know yours, they remember goofy and you remember their dog’s name. And they also see that you at an amateur at dog training so you get lots of free advice. 🙂

I’m so glad my bro took this wonderful decision of bringing this cute little dog into our family. Yes we have to clean up his poop and put up with him tearing apart the clothes or shoes lying around, but the best part is we have him, his unconditional love and loyalty all to ourselves. We sure are glad we don’t have to put him in a school and make him do homework when he grows up…. 🙂 Mommyhood in a better way huh??? 🙂


3 Responses to “Goofy”

  1. Jason August 6, 2010 at 10:18 am #


    A pet brings so much happiness to ones near it. I am sure Goofy will create great moments for you and your brother to remember for a lifetime.

    Till then happy poop-cleaning! 🙂

  2. nikunj August 14, 2010 at 1:11 pm #

    thanx for writing such a sweet article n yeah the poop cleaning is a pain in the ass.

  3. Chinmay Dharwadkar April 28, 2011 at 2:50 pm #

    Goofy! we love you! 🙂

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