All my close friends and family know how crazy I am about dogs. I can actually talk about them for hours together. (That’s also the reason; I’m going to divide this post into 3 parts.) Maybe it has rubbed off on me as my family consists of many dog-lovers. Most of us, including a few of my cousins are really crazy about dogs and as children we always dreamed of having a pet dog. Incidentally, my mom used to HATE dogs…or any other animal for that matter. She used call all of us “dog-maniacs” and said she wouldn’t live in a house that had a dog in it. It was either her or the dog.
Given this, I’m sure you would be surprised to read, how we actually ended up with a pet dog. Fluffy, or Puppy as he is more fondly known, is today the apple of everybody’s eye. He is the four-legged darling of the family and manages to steal attention wherever he goes.
We first met Fluffy on a rainy day in July, 5 years ago. We knew the vet who had him and heard that there was a “very tiny, cute little Pomeranian” there. On hearing this we just had to go and take a look at him. Mom was still reluctant.
The minute we reached the Vet’s clinic, we heard the tiniest bark. It was from little “Tony” (That’s what the Vet had named him 
). He was this tiny little furball tied with a blue leash and had actually craned his neck to see all of us. He had the twinkliest eyes I’d ever seen with an innocent puppy look that said “please come and play with me”. He immediately started wagging his tail and I think that’s the moment we all fell in love with him.
The most ironical part was that he went straight to my mom! (Remember the dialogue, either the dog stays or I stay ). She immediately carried him and started petting him with absolutely no qualms whatsoever. It was as though she had lived with dogs all her life. (“YES!!” My Sister and I thought to ourselves. “Half the battle won!”
We were almost ready to take him back home with us, when “Tony” suddenly yelped. My mom was carrying him and she was startled. Later we noticed that he had a small wound caused due to a bite from another dog. Mom and Dad were reluctant to take him and suggested we leave him at the Vet for a couple of weeks until the wound healed. My sister and me were very sad at thought of leaving him back there. In 10 minutes, he had already touched our hearts….
Stories like this are always heart warming. I didn’t get a chance to meet Fluffy when I came to Mumbai (And I don’t want to meet any ninja turtle again lol!). I want a dog too… with a nice story attached!
Lol..thanks..I know it sounds a little hyped..but this story is true!!
..you will have to come to Mumbai again to meet Fluffy..;)
Loved reading about this
So many memories 
I will never forget the day I saw “Tony” first too 
We had taken Disney to the vet.. and he went sniffing under the sofa.. and suddenly rushed back all scared… i heard the tiniest bark 
and i saw little tony barking vehemently and scaring disney 