Since time immemorial, I have always been terrified of dogs. I know, many of you think it is unreasonable and silly. But, given the fact that, my dad, mom and my sister, have all been bitten by one, I am the only dog bite virgin in my family. Once my sister cursed me during an argument that I would soon be bitten by a dog as well. And I have always been terrified by dogs. I feel I should get a pet. A dog as a pet, not because its cool and all, but just because when I am walking on the street and if some mongrel acts like a bully to me, then my dog would come save me. (I know, too dramatic, but blame it on television and childhood). So, I have been terrified of dogs. I believe we have established that now.
I have never gone near a stray. When I walk down my street, back at home, when I see a dog in the route, I back up. I go around the other street to reach my house. That is the height of fear I have towards dogs. Or if I am feeling too cocky at that moment, I would act like picking a stone from the road and throwing it at the dog. Having always been stupid enough to push these wonderful creatures away from me, I found myself in a strange spot today.
I am under quarantine right now, due to interstate travel. And there is this dog, this gorgeous, ugly, self ball licking dog. (It is disgusting). First time I ever went this close to a dog to notice that too. So, I am not scared of this particular dog anymore because I have been seeing him (I found out its a him today), outside my room for more that 3 days now. I guess, I just grew a pair. So i am making sounds, “CHCHCH CHCHCH”. “PHOOOOOOO” (whistling). “Tsk tsk”. No idea how to call a dog to me. “T T T T T T”. The dog must have thought “Make me move”, and started licking its balls again (I can never get used to seeing that. 😅So, I inch closer and closer, on my toes, to jump and go back in case he gets aggressive (I have seen pitbulls on videos and pictures).
The dog was least bothered, and just lay there. (So lazy he is). I took some pictures to post it here and turned to go back to the room. Suddenly, every time I stepped back, he raised his head to look at me. I would move forward, he would lay back (Like, I don’t care, duh , sassy ass). I moved back again, and he would raise his head to look at me and pose for a picture, all cute and ugly at same time. So, I grew tired of it fast and moved fast, he sprung up and starting walking towards my room. And stood in front of my room. I kept the room door closed and he was standing so close, right at my feet. I bent down and touched him with a finger, he did not react. And that gave me some confidence. 💪
I gathered all the courage like humidity in the dry hot air around me, meagre. To touch him with my full palm. He just stared into the abyss in front. Then I got the courage to pet him with both my hands and I noticed that he was closing his eyes. As if he was letting it sink in. I had never seen a pet this close. yes, he was a mongrel but I called him a pet, my first dog friend ever. I noticed the nails, the dry lump of once wet hair, one or two dog flea (Don’t worry, I washed my hands with soap for 5 minutes after the encounter). I noticed his canines, his teeth were whiter than mine (a little jealous, I am). I noticed the wet mouth, those sharp teeth, again, reminded that, all it would take is a mood swing for that dog to tear me into pieces. (At least scare the shit outta me).
I called a friend of mine and asked him to click some pictures of me and the dog together. He obliged very politely and I have added the pics for you to admire the dog. What would a good name for him be? Who does he look like? Help me out guys…