The new cook walked into the living room with my coffee today at around 9.30 am this morning.Suddenly, I heard a ferocious howl. Bruce Wayne, my little black miniature pug boy, jumped off the sofa and charged at him. It was a hilarious sight because the new cook is a 6ft 2″, swashbuckling chappie from Chennai. (He is called ‘ Mahalingam” and has helpfully told me that I can call him ”Lingam”. Ummmm ,Blush and Jeez! I am quite stumped. ‘Lingam’ is the Sanskrit word for phallus.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingam )
The cook ran for his life. And I teared up.
I remembered the Brucie of two years back, when I adopted him from the shelter. I had gone to the shelter with my sister to have my English Cocker Spaniel ( also adopted, her story for another day) checked by my very fantastic vet . We didn’t notice a little black pug sitting quietly on the table near the vet’s main one.As we were about to leave, the pug sort of dragged himself to us and laid a paw on my sister’s hand.
( Notice his hind leg paralysis & awkward posture)
He was around 4/5 years old, had a bad skin condition and had hind leg paralysis so he couldn’t stand up.Some guy saw him on the streets and mercifully got him to the shelter. He had been there for almost a week with no takers . Till date, I don’t know whether the pug mistook us for his previous owner, recognized us from some previous birth or it was just an appeal to be taken away from the shelter and be given a home.
We returned in total silence.I already had four adopted dogs who were special needs K9.’You won’t be able to take care of him with your busy schedule, you know. He needs a lot of attention and care”, gently remonstrated my sister. Blinded by my tears, I nodded.
Nothing more was said.
However, I took to visiting the shelter everyday after work to see the pug.(normally I go the shelter on weekends, because of a terribly busy work schedule)There was no fixed time of my visit as such, but the pug would be there waiting patiently and would brighten up when he saw me .There is this very sweet para-vet girl who would help me put medicated lotion on him and feed him biscuits and milk. This continued for almost 15 days and life fell into a pattern.
I left for a short trip to London.Just a break to see part of my family who live there and of course the Beloved.Somehow, the trip wasn’t all that fun.
Back to New Delhi and catching up with work meant that I couldn’t go to the shelter for some time.
When I finally did after twenty odd days, I found the pug lying listlessly in a corner with vacant eyes. The food in front of him was untouched. The para-vet girl told me that he was refusing food and sinking gradually despite all their efforts.The fellow perked up a little when he saw me, but with none of his previous enthusiasm.
I came back home. It was a Sunday and plans had been made to have lunch in a posh and expensive restaurant. The Yum-Yum tree. http://www.theyumyumtree.in/
Extended lunch happened.Some good friends joined us too. Much food, much wine, much laughter. But I felt empty. I wonder if any you get that feeling sometimes? Being alone even in a crowd?
I excused myself abruptly.No one thought there was anything amiss. The family and friends are pretty used to my arrogance. Read : I am completely spoiled by them.Including my nephew, who is twenty years younger to me, but pampers me rotten. *Sniffs.I love that kid* 🙂
I went straight to the shelter, gathered up the pug in my arms and never looked back.
( The day he came home)
I named the pug Bruce Wayne. It was about this time that ”The Dark Knight Rises’ was released and playing in the theaters. I love Batman by the way. Dark ,strong and tender .Hubba, Hubba. But, I digress. Sorry 🙂 I wanted the pug to rise too…in health yes, but most importantly in spirit.
Which he did, eventually.To have become to day , my little protector. He is fiercely possessive of me and considers himself to be the sole guardian of my home. Its a funny, heartwarming sight when he charges at ”strangers”, like my new cook!
Bruce’s skin infection has been completely cured. His coat is glossy and black. His hind leg paralysis is also 99% cured, with the medicine and advice of my vet. I fed him bone marrow soup for months to strengthen his spine. And massaged his legs with a special Ayurvedic oil that my Uncle uses for his arthritis.( Its a horribly expensive oil and I shamelessly stole it. Well, my Uncle is stinking rich and stinkingly un-compassionate. So, I actually aided rectifying his karma indirectly, non ? 😀 ) Because of damage to his spine, he had urine incontinence for some time.In fact, I had to use diapers meant for a new born human baby. We don’t get doggy diapers here in India , unfortunately. Although the Beloved gallantly offered to courier them to me from London 😀 * Sigh. I love that man* 😀 Well, the neighborhood pharmacist did get concerned because I kept buying the same size diapers for quite some time! Lol, the poor man must have imagined that I am starving the baby. I wonder what would have been his reaction had I told him that it is for the pug? 😀 Thankfully, Bruce got cured of this problem as well.
( Early days of recovery. He would sit in a carton box so that my other rowdy dogs didn’t stomp on him. Bonding with Jill, my Boxer girl))
Bruce does not and will not need wheels. That’s what is beautiful and miraculous about his recovery. His left hind leg drags a bit. But that gives him lots of attitude and style. In fact, he struts around, like Mick Jagger 😀
Below are some ”now” photographs of my Brucie.I love him so much!
( Stands on all four legs ) 🙂
(Watching CNN-IBN.His favorite news channel.He is a keen follower of politics and a damn good analyst 🙂 )
( The Batdog )
( Gimme Red! Rawwwr!)
Appeal to anyone reading this post/blog: Adopt,please. Don’t shop!
Hasta La Vista, guys 🙂
And yeah,this as always: