a real-life dog story

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A REAL-LIFE DOG STORY

There is a well-to-do household in the picturesque hill station of

Mussoorie, which has seven members; Mother, Father, Son No.1, Son

No.2, Grandmother, Grandfather and the dog Hitler. This is Hitlers

story.

Son No.1 was ten years old when his brother, Son No.2 was born. So,

he said to his parents, Now we only need a puppy to complete the

family. His mom said, Look, thats not gonna happen. I will go

back to work once your brother is a few months old and you will

have to help to keep an eye on him. Who will have time to look after

the dog?

Son No.1 pleaded, I will manage everything mom. Just please agree

to get a dog, please!!!

Father intervened, Listen son, getting a dog would be a big

responsibility. He will need to be bathed, fed, vaccinated, taken for

walks and what not!

Son No.1, But dad you are a veterinarian! With you around, how

can taking care of a dog be a problem? You do help mom around the

house, especially when she is away at work. We will all manage, dad,

please! PLEASE!

Cornered by the incessant pleading, Mother and Father promised

Son No.1 that they would get a dog as soon as they had built a bigger

house, in which the dog would not be a nuisance to anyone. Pacified,

Son No.1 agreed to be patient.

Five years went by..the large four-storey house was ready and Son

No.1, now 15 years old, started hounding his parents about the

promise they had made of completing the family.


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So, Hitler, the Basset Hound, was purchased for rupees 30,000 andbrought home with much fan-fare. Son No.2, who is five years old,

was the first one Hitler took a liking to. But the others didnt really

mind, as they all enthusiastically discussed the various

responsibilities they needed to take-up for Hitlers sake.

Mother would provide food, Father would take care of vaccinations

and fleas, Son No.1 would take Hitler for morning/evening walks and

help the maid in bathing the dog. Son No.2 would play with Hitler,

Grandmother and Grandfather would potty-train Hitler, just like

they did their grandsons.

It all worked out fine for about a month. And then, the potty-training

became too tiring for Grandmother and Grandfather, due to their

advanced age. Mother volunteered to step-in. So, every morning at

day-break she would urge Son No.1 (walks were his domain) to

accompany her and Hitler for the morning session, as soon as Hitler

(now quite potty-trained) started whining promptly at 5am.

Soon the maid complained that the bathing ritual was quite messyand took too much of her time as she had other households to report

to. So Mother soon became the partner with Son No.1 for the doggy-

baths.


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Next, Father became too busy setting-up his own veterinary clinic in

which he charged hefty sums for vaccinations and flea-combat, so

why would he want to provide free services at home? So again,

Mother stepped in.

Son No.2 was now too interested in the new robots and toy planes he

got for his birthday, to want to throw ball for Hitler, so Hitler would

innocently lodge the ball in his jaw and run behind Mother, looking

up pleadingly at her with his puppy eyes. So in between preparing

food for the family and checking office e-mails, Mother would throwball for Hitler.


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Many months of this laterSon No.1 had started protesting every

time Mother woke him at the crack of dawn. It was now winter and

5am often came without the sun putting in an appearance in the sky.

Mother now started having restless nights as she wasnt sure if she

would be alert enough to hear Hitlers whining. It was usually stilldark as night, at day-break.

So one day, Mother suddenly woke-up, shook Son No.1 awake and

they dragged themselves out of bed, put the leash on Hitler and went

for a walk. It was dark. Try as much as they did, Hitler refused to do

his morning potty. They thought he needed a run, so run they did for

about half an hour on the hill road. Still no potty! They then decided

to give-up and took a u-turn for home. It was a walk of at least 45

minutes back home.


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Surprisingly, as they neared home they couldnt see any of the other

dog-owners-dog-walkers, whom they generally encountered each

morning. All was quiet, all was dark. Something was definitely odd!

Mother looked at her watch and was aghast to see that it was 3am!!!

She and Son No.1 had been out with Hitler for morning-potty, since1.30am.. Mother looked at Hitler and he wagged his tail happily.

MORAL OF THE STORY FOR THE MOTHER

"Let sleeping dogs lie."- Charles Dickens

AND

"If you stop every time a dog barks, your road will never end." -Saudi Arabian Proverb

MORAL OF THE STORY FOR HITLER

"When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem."- Edward Abbey

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