Wednesday, September 15, 2010
to the dog
Listen, Dog, and listen good: This is the order of things. You first kiss me then, go sniff/lick the bottom of your myriad friends, girl friends and acquaintances, not the other way around.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
work like a dog...
work like a dog...? hey, whoever invented that one, do look at my dog...deep in his slumber-..while his slaves, errr his masters slog to keep the AC running...
Monday, August 16, 2010
To the (beloved) Dog
Hi, i don't know how it works in your Doggy World, but in the society we deem civilised, and where you are doomed to live, we have manners--a set of rules we live by--i don't know why-but i guess that's what makes us 'higher beings'.
Anyways..here goes. and i would really be obliged if you will oblige:
1) The best way to greet a person is not by thrusting your nose in his/her butt, or crotch for that matter. You hear?
2) my clothes are not towels. that's not where you wipe your face after you eat food
3) toilet bowls are not drinking water. Yes, i know the same logic applies here as in Rule 1 (the smellier, the better) . Still, NO.
4) when you take us for a walk, don't pull. You aren't sled dogs heroically pulling us through ice and snow. If we fall or something--there goes your caretaker/butler/cook/nurse. See, we are only looking after your interests
5) I know the postman only puts in a rare appearance these days. But in his absence the daily help is NOT the substitute. She is to be left alone. she is more important than you. Gettit? don't sulk--she is more important that anyone in the house, hubby included.
6) that nice Persian rug in the drawing room. Ya, i know your favourite--its not a picnic mat--or your dining table. thats what bowls are for.
Anyways..here goes. and i would really be obliged if you will oblige:
1) The best way to greet a person is not by thrusting your nose in his/her butt, or crotch for that matter. You hear?
2) my clothes are not towels. that's not where you wipe your face after you eat food
3) toilet bowls are not drinking water. Yes, i know the same logic applies here as in Rule 1 (the smellier, the better) . Still, NO.
4) when you take us for a walk, don't pull. You aren't sled dogs heroically pulling us through ice and snow. If we fall or something--there goes your caretaker/butler/cook/nurse. See, we are only looking after your interests
5) I know the postman only puts in a rare appearance these days. But in his absence the daily help is NOT the substitute. She is to be left alone. she is more important than you. Gettit? don't sulk--she is more important that anyone in the house, hubby included.
6) that nice Persian rug in the drawing room. Ya, i know your favourite--its not a picnic mat--or your dining table. thats what bowls are for.
some more advice (ha ha) for the dog
A closed door does not mean that we-are-doing-something-very exciting-there or that you arent part of the family or most importantly, it does not mean the AC is on, and we are keeping out of it.
it's just a door that happens to be closed.
I know i am going out, i know that it makes you very sad. However, lets take things into perspective:
Do NOT stand by the window peering out with orphan eyes. I won't change my mind, and no, you can't go to the board meeting either.
I am NOT breaking up the family.
I am NOT going forever. I will be back shortly.
And yes, you succeed superbly in making me feel guilty.
it's just a door that happens to be closed.
I know i am going out, i know that it makes you very sad. However, lets take things into perspective:
Do NOT stand by the window peering out with orphan eyes. I won't change my mind, and no, you can't go to the board meeting either.
I am NOT breaking up the family.
I am NOT going forever. I will be back shortly.
And yes, you succeed superbly in making me feel guilty.
to the dog..
to the dog
no, you do not stand a chance if you report to the Royal Society of Prevention of Cruelty to animals.
This may come as a surprise to you but not getting the Richi Pucci range of jackets does not count as cruelty
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 3:48 AM 0 comments
to the dog
yeah, enjoy your beauty sleep while your slaves slog to feed you, clothe you (ok, not really) and buy you fancy toys, and chick bone and lemon tree shampoo and teatree conditioner
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 3:46 AM 0 comments
Saturday, August 14, 2010
to the dog
how do you manage to get so muddy and icky?
why then do you come in the house all excited--again as though you been away from the home and hearth for days--do you run and jump all over the Persian rug, the sofas?
And then proceed to jump and slober over my very expensive --and only-kanjevaram sari?
and why, do i still love you?
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 9:25 PM 0 comments
to the dog....
how do you know i am going to leave? what works in your mind that you slink away in a corner looking woebegone and morose as though the world, your world is coming to an end.
why do you make me feel like an axe murderer every time i leave the house?
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 9:21 PM 0 comments
to the dog..
you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two minutes.
you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two days.
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 8:44 PM 0 comments
Saturday, August 7, 2010
to the dog
so who is it you love the most? No, i mean besides the AC.
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 8:55 AM 0 comments
Sunday, August 1, 2010
to the dog....
they say that i am good, that i have done good--and perhaps in an afterlife i will reap the benefit for my good deed. Because i picked you up from the gutter and brought you home. Because i brushed you and bathed you and fed you. Because i gave you a home and loved you so.
but i think i did me a good deed. Because when i come back home-be it after two days or after two minutes you are thrilled and happy and exuberant. Because you lay at my fee or next to me, when i sit all alone-working, worrying.
because when i am sad, you let me be, sitting by my side-letting me know that you are there.
Because when i am happy you match my mood-jumping and running about in glee--and not pull me down.
IF i have saved you, you have saved me too.
no, you do not stand a chance if you report to the Royal Society of Prevention of Cruelty to animals.
This may come as a surprise to you but not getting the Richi Pucci range of jackets does not count as cruelty
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 3:48 AM 0 comments
to the dog
yeah, enjoy your beauty sleep while your slaves slog to feed you, clothe you (ok, not really) and buy you fancy toys, and chick bone and lemon tree shampoo and teatree conditioner
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 3:46 AM 0 comments
Saturday, August 14, 2010
to the dog
how do you manage to get so muddy and icky?
why then do you come in the house all excited--again as though you been away from the home and hearth for days--do you run and jump all over the Persian rug, the sofas?
And then proceed to jump and slober over my very expensive --and only-kanjevaram sari?
and why, do i still love you?
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 9:25 PM 0 comments
to the dog....
how do you know i am going to leave? what works in your mind that you slink away in a corner looking woebegone and morose as though the world, your world is coming to an end.
why do you make me feel like an axe murderer every time i leave the house?
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 9:21 PM 0 comments
to the dog..
you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two minutes.
you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two days.
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 8:44 PM 0 comments
Saturday, August 7, 2010
to the dog
so who is it you love the most? No, i mean besides the AC.
Posted by prerna singh bindra at 8:55 AM 0 comments
Sunday, August 1, 2010
to the dog....
they say that i am good, that i have done good--and perhaps in an afterlife i will reap the benefit for my good deed. Because i picked you up from the gutter and brought you home. Because i brushed you and bathed you and fed you. Because i gave you a home and loved you so.
but i think i did me a good deed. Because when i come back home-be it after two days or after two minutes you are thrilled and happy and exuberant. Because you lay at my fee or next to me, when i sit all alone-working, worrying.
because when i am sad, you let me be, sitting by my side-letting me know that you are there.
Because when i am happy you match my mood-jumping and running about in glee--and not pull me down.
IF i have saved you, you have saved me too.
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