Tale To Remember #13 (2/3) – Ellie, the hunter.

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“Ellie was born in August 2013, in my society’s parking lot. She would come by on and off to play, eat & sleep. I wasn’t sure if adopting her would do her more bad than good, since I was employed & out of home for a good 8-10 hours. This routine went on for about 4 months. But I used to be worried when I used to see her run frantically on the roads. We finally adopted her on Christmas of 2013 as I had finally quit my job & was looking to make a career of my passion of being around dogs. She’s always been a happy-go-lucky dog. Initially as a pup, she used to deliberately destroy my stuff if I would step out of the house. She doesn’t like me leaving. I trained her & got rid of her separation anxiety. One of the funny memories I have of her is when she chewed on & had a blast with the mattress at home. And she tried to act cool & innocent, but she had the mattress foam all over her face! I used to sometimes have trouble finding her since she was the same colour as my sofa & would blend in to camouflage herself with it.

She’s 3 years old now & loves to sunbathe and chill most of the time. She also loves chasing birds & hunting & playing with other dogs. Ellie is internationally trained and did fabulously well in the sniffing & search & rescue tasks during the training schedule – Who says Indie dogs lack in any manner & are any different from the international breed of dogs? She is an emotional & sensitive baby. My husband & I fight over whose child she is, but she’s an absolute favourite of the both us! She actually complains to him whenever I leave home by making whimpering noises. She’s also taken up the job of informing us when we have visitors. “

To read part I/3 of Tale To Remember #13, click here Tale To Remember #13 (1/3) – Snoopy, the English Lady of the house.

Tale To Remember #13 (1/3) – Snoopy, the English Lady of the house.

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“I’ve loved animals since my childhood. I remember my mom telling me that I used to run to wipe dog’s noses with my handkerchief! Snoopy was my first formal adoption. We found each other on the 14th of November, 2001 in Bahrain, while I was on a vacation. She was 6-7 months old at that time & a whippet hound, who was a racing reject. I managed to convince my family and got  her back to India with me.

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Snoopy being snoopy 😀

She became my confidante & was an integral part of every important milestone in my life. One of the vivid memories I have of her is how I had taken her on a beach date and Snoopy was playing hide and seek (she was a very fast runner) and in no mood to be back home which almost made me miss my inflight duty. That’s how mischievous she was throughout & she just loved being outdoors, beaches being her absolute favourites.

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Snoopy enjoying her time at the beach, with Ellie.

We used to tease Snoopy to be a snooty Brit as she had a pricey, English Aloofness in her. She had this dignified personality and lived her life throughout on her terms and left her body also in that manner after 15 years of companionship. I miss being around her but I know she is watching over me as my angel & she & I will be together forever.”

Tale To Remember #12 (2/2) – Casper, the boy who changed many lives.

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Casper with his dad.

“The night before Casper was to leave for the farmhouse, I kept him with me to be able to spend sometime with him. By this time, the rapport between him & my parrot, Raju, was cordial. But the thought of separating from him the next morning was too much for me. I had to make a decision. I was getting married in the next 2 months & my  husband, who was my fiancé then, wasn’t really an animal person. So I had to be practical & check with him too. He cared about me so he said yes to keeping Casper. The next morning when the doorbell rang, I answered only to inform the family that I had changed my mind & that Casper would stay with me. 

You should see the bond between my husband & Casper now! One wouldn’t believe that he wasn’t an animal person at any point of time in life 🙂 Casper goes to his office during the daytime & goes from desk to desk, taking his share of love from all the people there. He is pampered a lot & he loves just sitting near the windows in there. He’s even bought himself space in my mother-in-law’s heart & he is spoilt by her as well! We take him to our guest house on the outskirts on the city sometimes. He loves running amok & getting dirty amongst the nature & water there. 

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Casper attending a meeting in his dad’s office.

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Because Casper has been used to being raised by kids in his younger days, he loves kids! When I take him out for a walk, he goes to the gate of a building nearby, where kids usually play cricket, & he calls out to them. The kids come running to meet him, yelling out his name. It is an endearing sight. You know, he was the reason that all the kids from the earlier society, got a pet of their own after we shifted out from there! They all still ask about him whenever I visit. He is not trained, but he is such a well-behaved dog! He doesn’t make the guests uncomfortable. He, in fact gets them to give him belly rubs & cuddle with him. I used to call Casper my friend initially. But he is actually our beloved child. He is extremely affectionate & perceptive. Raju passed away 2 years ago due to old age, but Casper fills all the gaps in our house & life.”

Tale To Remember #8

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“Adele actually came into our lives quite spontaneously! One day my husband & I were on our way to a relative’s place & ventured into a pet shop, where we saw a cute brown Lhasa Apso pup  who was barking at it’s own poop. There was another sheep dog which was asking for our attention. The sight of them melted my heart. But buying a pet was never an option since we were always pro adoption. Also, we were newly married & didn’t know if we were ready for the responsibility yet. So we came back home sans any four-legged baby. A few days passed & I was still feeling the pangs to have a pet at home, so I kept troubling my husband about it & he kept saying “we’ll see”. That didn’t deter me from troubling him with the thought of getting one home. Thus started the online hunt for local adoption sites & I came across blue cross. I got in touch with them & they shared a picture of a small black pup that was up for adoption, including several other pups. So I convinced my husband to come along, telling him that we’d just look. Once at the shelter, we saw so many cute pups, including Labradors, as well as the black pup we had actually gone to see. The lady in charge there told someone to get the Lhasa pup out from the crate (she’s actually a mix breed), & Adele was brought out & placed in my arms. She looked up at me with the cutest of eyes & licked my face. Before I knew it, I told the lady that she was going home with me & my husband was surprised! She was 2 months old at the time. I named her Adele because I love music & wanted to name her after a singer.

My husband liked Adele but didn’t admit it right away & played pretend sulk with me for 2-3 days for not taking his input about getting her home. So I gave him the job of keeping her clean, and voila, he fell for her! 🙂 About a week after she came home, she started feeling sick. She was throwing up & had diarrhoea. We rushed her to the vet who said she had parvo-virus, which is quite dangerous for a small pup & she was immediately put on saline & antibiotics. The next 12 days were hell  because we had to get her admitted at the vet so he could keep a constant eye on her condition & we had to travel out-of-town. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when I found her still alive & kicking when I went to pick her up at the end of those 12 days. Even the vet said this was a miraculous recovery! In the initial few days she was like this ball of cotton following me around everywhere I went. If she wouldn’t see me, she’d start making sad noises. I got extremely attached to her too since we used to be home alone together, during the nights since my husband had night shifts. She’s very protective & barks at every stranger that comes home the first time. What’s funny is how she never barked even once at my sister or mother & bonded with them instantly. I guess she just knows who is part of the family. My sister absolutely loves her & keeps talking about stealing her away! She recently turned one year old & we threw her a small birthday party at home, with 3 of us humans & my mom’s Lab boy, Lyka. They were treated to yummy peanut butter cakes, made by Sharanya of Her Vegan Diaries.

My husband is the one who plays with her the most now & she looks forward to greeting him at the door daily. She has this funny dance that she does to greet people, by standing on her hind legs – it’s very cute! She is very loving & protective, & even though she loves both me & my husband equally, even when he’s pretend troubling me, she stands between us as a barrier & defends me from him! She chews away all the chargers in the house, even today. She brings toys in her mouth & tries to make us play with her. Since we got her used to going on drives with us since she was a pup, she now loves the car & long drives.She has opened me up to loving other beings apart from humans, because of which I’m more conscious about animal welfare & have turned into a soft-heart, which is good and bad because I know I don’t have the bandwidth to save them all. But I do my bit whenever I can by feeding the strays that I come across.

If I were to describe her in 3 words, they would be – loving, mischievous & protective. Also, she thinks she’s a flying dog, because she jumps from one part of the house to the other instead of running like normal dogs. We are always joking about how we might need to get her a cape because of this habit of hers!

Life without her would be unimaginable & bereft. She is our life.”

For pictures from Adele’s birthday, pls click on this link – Adele’s Birthday! More family pictures here:

 

Black animals: Misfortune or Good Luck?

While black acts as a fashion statement & is the go to safe colour in the wardrobe for most of us, it doesn’t seem to be much of a favourable colour for the animals.

Black as a colour, is associated with many a things. In ancient Egypt, black is a symbol of death & the night. And because of that, it was also a natural symbol of the underworld & hence, also of resurrection. In India, Black represents evil & is often used in rituals to ward off evil. Which is why, as per an age-old custom amongst Indians where an infant or, for that matter, anyone looking really spectacular is often blessed with a little black dot on the chin or behind the ear to ward off the evil eye. Some people even tie a black thread on their leg to ward off evil.

Poor black cats are blamed just for their colour! It’s a popular belief in the West & in India, that if a black cat crosses your path, it’s a bad omen. The origin of this superstition came from the Egyptian culture, where they believed that black cats were evil creatures, whereas the Indian explanation is that black represents Shani & thus brings bad luck. It is said that if a black cat crosses your path, then your day’s tasks get delayed or postponed.

The folklore surrounding black cats varies from culture to culture:

  • The Scotts believe that a strange black cat’s arrival to the home signifies prosperity.
  • In Celtic mythology, a fairy known as the Cat Sìth takes the form of a black cat.
  • Black cats are considered good luck in the rest of Britain & Japan.
  • Furthermore, it is believed that a lady who owns a black cat will have many suitors.
  • However, in Western history, black cats have often been looked upon as a symbol of evil omens, specifically being suspected of being the companions of witches, & so most of Europe considers the black cat a symbol of bad luck, especially if one crosses paths with a person, which is believed to be an omen of misfortune and death.
  • In Germany, some believe that black cats crossing a person’s path from right to left, is a bad omen. But from left to right, the cat is granting favorable times. In the United Kingdom it is commonly considered that a black cat crossing a person’s path is a good omen.

Why can’t it be that the black cat, just like humans, is crossing a road? Does one black cat really have all that time to decide which groups of people it’ll choose to cross the road, in a certain direction so as to give them hints about what that pattern is indicative of?

In folklore, the black cat has been able to change into human shape to act as a spy or courier for witches or demons. When the Pilgrims arrived at Plymouth Rock, they brought with them a devout faith in the Bible & also brought a deepening suspicion of anything that deemed of Satan. They viewed the black cat as a companion, or a familiar to witches. Anyone caught with a black cat would be severely punished or even killed. They viewed the black cat as part demon & part sorcery. During the Middle Ages, these superstitions led people to kill black cats. Black cats have been found to have lower odds of adoption in American shelters compared to other colors except brown, although black animals in general take more time to find homes. Some shelters also suspend or limit adoptions of black cats around Halloween for fear they will be tortured, or used as “living decorations” for the holiday & then abandoned.

This is true even for countries like India. We’ve heard so many things about a black cat being the ultimate bad luck & anyone who owns one, is though of, as possessing some evil powers. The same goes for black dogs as well. A lot of people who own black dogs, keep them with the weird notion that it will absorb all the evil that the human is supposed to endure due to karma. Buffaloes, because they’re black in colour, are considered as Yamdoot’s (the god of death) vehicle. The television & film-making industry encourage these notions by using black animals to portray “evil stuff”.

The logical question here is – do we get to choose the colour of our skin when we are born? Obviously, not. Then how does that logic go out of the window when it comes to animals? Just because they are born black, does not mean they are evil. It’s pure genetics with regards to the colour of the skin. Thankfully, there is also a large number of educated population who are trying to bust these myths by choosing to adopt black animals, purely out of love, and also, to prove a point.

We, for one, have one black cat & one black dog in the family, & we’ve experienced nothing, but pure joy ever since they came into our lives.

So the next time someone calls a black animal evil, try & use your better judgment in such cases, & may be, use that opportunity to educate the misinformed? If we are indeed the generation that is continuosly making efforts to discard all the old notions that don’t seem to fit in today’s world, this myth about black animals, should be treated no differently. Let’s discard this notion. Let’s work on making a change for the good of the animals & ourselves.

Disclaimer: Some of the content used in the post above is curated, to bring to light, facts from ancient times.

Tale To Remember #7 (3/3)

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“Doofus actually chose us. Like, literally! She was one of the dogs my parents used to feed on their daily rounds. We figure that she was abandoned by a family that lived in that area & weren’t ready to take on her responsibility. She was timid in nature at the time & used to be the last one to eat since she didn’t compete like the other strays, for food. Apart from my folks, she was also fed by a guy who owned a mutton shop in that area. An NGO had picked her up, sterilised & released her back into her area. But somehow, she managed to get her stitches opened up. She was about 1.3 years old at that time. On noticing her wounds, my parents got her home & took care of her for the next 20 days, until she healed completely & released her back into her area. She continued living there for the next one year, without any issues. Then, suddenly one day, she started following my parents, on a daily basis. There were times she would just sit in the car & refuse to get off. Similarly, she would sit in the autos that we travelled in. We tried dodging her since we had enough on our hands already. But somehow, she even found the shortcuts we took, to reach home. And once she knew where we lived, she parked herself in our area. She would sit on the divider in front of our building & keep staring at our flat. Come rain or shine, she didn’t give up. And finally, after a few days, we just got her home too. It was meant to be. She goes with my parents for the feeding rounds every night. Since she has seen the street life, she’s quite street smart that way. She is quite adventurous in nature & naughty too, which is where Lizzy ensures she doesn’t go overboard with things. All in all, she’s an 8-year-old, total Diva! “

“Home is wherever the three of them are.”

For part 2/3, click here – Tale To Remember #7 (2/3)

Tale To Remember #7 (2/3)

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“Two years after Pepper, Lizzy came home. I had noticed her near Gaiety Galaxy in Bandra where she was hiding under a sugarcane juice vendor’s cart & was surviving, purely on the sugarcane juice. She’s clearly a labrador mix breed. She was shooed & abused by passers by. I told my parents about her, but none of us really brought her home immediately. On Christmas, my parents went on a special round of feeding the strays, that’s when they met Lizzy. And within a week, she too was brought home. It took a month for her & Pepper to become friends. But since they found company in each other, they wouldn’t mind staying alone for a few hours. They both like to sleep next to each other, in their baskets. Lizzy is an extremely gentle, quiet & wag-happy baby. Even though she’s the middle child, she’s the alpha in their hierarchy & she keeps the youngest, Doofus in check. She’s my sister’s baby & enjoys every moment with her, when she’s home.” 

For part 1 of 3, click here –Tale To Remember #7 (1/3)

More of Lizzy’s pictures:

Tale To Remember #7 (1/3)

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“These 3 ladies (Pepper, Lizzy & Doofus) rule our house. Life without them, is unimaginable for all of us. Time, effort & money – these are 3 things we, as a family devote ourselves to, very willingly, for the cause of animal welfare. We truly believe that this is the path chosen for us by the almighty, we are just mere mediums to a larger picture. It all started with Pepper, who is now 11 years old. She was a month old when I got her home. She was lying in my college compound, covered in fleas, ticks & ants! I got her home to see if she had a chance at survival. We gave her a medicinal bath & within a day, she was bouncing all over the house. She got her name due to the colour of her ears & looked like a bear cub in her initial months. Because she was our first pet, she didn’t like being left home alone since she had no company. It was difficult, but we managed somehow. Her favourite hobbies are to chew on plastic hangers, pull at clothes & slather people with her licks! She introduced us to the world of animal welfare. A year after she came home, my parents started feeding the strays in our area. It’s been 10 years now, & they still go every single night to feed at least 60 strays. My younger sister is in the U.S., but whenever she comes home, she & my dad take turns to drive mom every night, to complete the feeding activity. So, in a way, Pepper helped feed many tummies, without even her realising it :). Now she gives me more attention since I moved out post marriage. Distance, even though for just 2 days, does make the heart grow fonder.”

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Tale To Remember #6

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“I wasn’t much of an animal lover before Johnny came into my life, really. I was that person who used to carry a stick with me during morning walks to scare the pack of dogs in my area. I always used to admire hound dogs more because of their built & high sense of intelligence & imagined myself in a hill station, living with a dog, post retirement. But I was also very clear that it is a responsibility that cannot be taken lightly, and my work life doesn’t allow me the luxury of too much time. Which is why I waited until I had the required support system, to get a pet home.

In my family, it started with my younger daughter adopting 2 cats off the street. Then my elder daughter & her husband adopted a 2 month old pup from the Blue Cross in Hyderabad. And then a family friend’s labrador had given birth to 5 pups, which they wanted to give to good families instead of selling them to a breeder. My wife fell in love with one of them & he too, came home at the age of 2 months. At this point, in my mind I thought, this family has enough animals! My work keeps me away from my family, so evenings at home were a little lonely. Soon after, I was gifted an aquarium. And I was happy to look at the fishes & feed them. But maybe, life had other plans for me. Which is why, someone in my social circle had a Rottweiler who had pups & again, they were looking for good families to adopt them. They were sharing the pictures of the pups with us on Whatsapp, asking us to help spread the word. That is when I saw Johnny, & decided, he would come home to me. He came home to me at about 55 days old. And did he steal my heart! He used to run all around the front porch & pick up any piece of clothing that he could get his teeth on & rip into tiny little pieces. When he felt hot, he would spill the water out of his bowl & sleep in that puddle.

I ensured that he was taught right from the beginning, to be social. I didn’t want people associating him with the horror stories that we hear of, about Rottweilers. Hence, Johnny is looked after & cared for by at least 3-4 people who work under me. And he enjoys all that attention! His day starts early, at about 5 AM. He goes for his first walk with the watchman. He then patiently waits for me to take him for the second round at around 6:30 AM. Once we are back from the walk, he ensures to take me to the garden at home & play a round of ‘catch-me-if-you-can’. He expects me to whistle & say hi when I come home for a quick-lunch. Evenings are a round of walk & game again. His trainer asks me to not be around when the training is in session because it seems that he loses focus if he sees me & becomes naughtiest, trying to end his training early & rush to me. My daughters tease me about this bit because I’ve been a disciplinarian all my life, but somehow, I manage making this boy notorious, just by my mere presence!

He is 8 months old now, & he loves his bone. He hides a part of it in the garden, trampling almost all the home-grown vegetables in the process. He had constant company when my daughters were visiting so I had to spend extra time with him once they left, to stop him from looking for them daily. He retires to bed early, just like me. He loves his dog house. He tried bullying the next door golden retriever once, but she was senior to him & ended up sitting on him with her full weight..that was a funny scene! Also, he has never once barked at the Rottweiler in the opposite house, and I think that’s because he understands the hierarchy.He has taught me to be more patient & tolerant. My current home feels much more cosy, knowing that I will always have him to come back home to, no matter what the time. ”

 

 

Tale To Remember #5

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“I’ve always loved dogs & wanted to have a pet since my childhood. I even managed having one as a kid, but not for too long.  That created the fear in me. The last thing I want happening is to lose my dear ones. It haunts me till date. Hence I didn’t adopt anymore post that. But I always adored other dogs & never missed an opportunity to pet one I came across. We got an opportunity to shift base, we are into sales & BD profile, so when an opportunity came our way we had to grab it. So got jobs at the same time in USA, didn’t think twice! Packed & came here all excited. Obviously USA has been the dream since childhood. Who would miss it? Well, after shifting here we faced lots of road blocks which is typical for any newcomers in a foreign land. We felt lonely, far away from friends & relatives & didn’t have our own social circle yet. So we badly needed a reason to go back home or await a weekend.  When things got too boring & mundane, we would just peep out of the window to find pets in almost all the houses here. Here they adopt & align a pet to their family to the extent that they share their family name with the dogs. Period, right ? That’s when a thought popped in our head – why not adopt a dog?

He bumped onto an adoption website one day & had been following up for months instead of buying from breeders as we don’t encourage the act. While still unsure, I made up my mind to deal with things as they come & supported him. Then we bumped into Sunday (now renamed Sundari) on the pet adoption website. She was 3 months old already & hadn’t been adopted yet. May be we were lucky!

He didn’t choose Sundari. She chose him!  He had applied for another abandoned Boston Terrier who was 4 months old but he was  taken by some local couple there.  Sundari is the 7th of her siblings (that’s why they named her Sunday) & all her siblings were adopted. Jey was lucky that he bumped into her picture and instantly connected. He asked me & other friends for opinion & we all encouraged him.  Sundari came here to New Jersey on a  Saturday, from Alabama (where she hails from) along with other pets in a truck which was well conditioned for this. She was adopted by her foster parents from a shelter home where she & her siblings were abandoned after birth. She probably has never seen her mother.  She came with her foster-mom & sister who accompanied her through out the journey.

Our journey with her, has been magical so far. I gave her a new name Sundari just to relate very closely to our roots 🙂 She has embraced our house, food, culture, language, people & friends so effectively, that I doubt if it was possible even for a human.  She is a goddess. 🙂 She has taught us so much, the most important thing being “To Give”. She has given us a lot while asking for very little in return. Every day a new memory is born. However, the time she spent with both our mothers is the most memorable. Its been more than 2 months & they cant get over her love yet. They miss her so much. And she does too. We faced lots of hurdles initially in understanding her & vice versa. She’s basically too shy with humans & other dogs too, may be because of her past experiences.  She took a lot of time to over come that. We introduced her to new people, family members, dogs (with a local day care & dog spa) & she slowly overcame her fear for people including us and adopted us as her people. She made a best friend, a Corgi, named Murphy, but his pet parents & he shifted to California a while ago due to a change in job. Her new best friend is a golden doodle called Pongo who come to our place for pet-sitting. They both are quite a team!

She enjoys spending most of her time with us & running around in the lawn. She’s a cleanliness freak & hence doesn’t like getting dirty in the beaches. This will be her first experience with snow & we are excited to see how she reacts to that. Her favourite toys are the chicken & monkey toys which she protects from every one & keeps safe in her kennel, she has them since the time she met us.

She can be described in 3 words – Beautiful (adiroopa Sundari), calm & a total diva! Life with her is simply awesome & we thank god for this phase.”

More pictures here (Pictures Courtesy – The proud pet parents!):