Liter-Ally: A wagging Tale

CHAPTER 1 : BROWNIE TGE DOGGOKING

I was born ' so many years ' back when humans were picking up bricks and cementing our palace , I had four brothers and three sisters with whom I was suppose to share the kingdom, my doggomum and doggodad had looked after even for more ' so many years ' before I was there , at that time me and my litter mates were in cigar stage as my future HOODAD would have called me , my legs were too frail , feeble & stump like to bear my own weight , my eyes were yet to open so I couldn't see all the beautiful hoomans around me , I could just get a whiff of them around me , mumma nourished us all so that we could sustain , some times less , some times more and while doing so she would always rub our milk fed round globular belly with her tongue and some thing wierd brown and sticky would come out from our behinds , after which she would clean us all up licking with her tongue and we all would sleep again , this happened every 3-4 hours , it was such an onerous life we all had to wake up after every three hours or so and toil for milk , I must say momma was a hard task master . My siblings would cry a lot I guess they were not valiant like me , I never cried , as I had to become a luminary top dog one day when hoomans were done building our palace . 

                As the time lazed by and my eyes finally opened I discerned mum had veiled us in a dried up culvert and she would check on us every few hours as if there was some menace and commination out there . Days passed by I counted them on all sixteen paws available in the litter , one .... two ..... eight......... eighteen....... and thirty two , yes I' am certain it took us thirty two days to start walking and see this world understandably . We started running behind mum all seven of us wait we never cognized one of us was gone to open fields to run freely , seven of us use to walk behind momma like her second tail and she started running faster , our little paws could never catch up with her and we stumbled and crashed into each other like pile of teady bear heaped upon eachother . Something abysmal was happening we fell sick , I remember we could not eat or drink any thing for days , we did not want to play , we were just lying on the ground and everything seemed to be fading away , may be we are going back to lick god's feet again he must be lonely without us . One night I slept and when I woke up only three of us were there and momma looked really sad I think god needed the rest of us up with him , and momma needed us down on earth with her so they struck a deal . Mom now spent more time teaching us catching flutter flappy birdies, running away from water and when to stop poking our teeth in to each other , I even befriended a hooman girl , she was as silly as me but was a good peasant , she and her litter mates would carry me and my siblings like feathers when ever we got tired , treated us with some thing white and yellow thingy which we loved , later I realised it was the ' birdie to be ' or ' birdie not to be '. Life was good we had all the head taps , ear scratches and belly rubs we could bargain for , just lazying around like that , moon became full and coverted eight times and we grew and became doggos of the tinsel-town , hooman girl was still silly and she did not grow up but she was my best friend , my partner in crime , I loved her , I still do and she loved me , she called me ' blow-----neee ' , so that is how my name came to be ' blow----neee '. Now I' am a little too grumpy and sleepy so I will tell you remaining of the story after a run in god's own garden , my hoodad and hoomom say my paws are running when I am sleeping that is because I' am always running in a very big field like savana with tall grass , with a never setting golden brown sun & with wind blowing in my ears , running towards them always and now I want to run so good night peeps .

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CHAPTER 2 : BURGEON AND RUN RIOT

I started to understand the dynamics of that palace , hoomaans were wierd they all carried big box like rectangle things in their hands at which they glanced like demented doggos staring at poultry shops , virtually all had eerie looking eyes covered with brassy rims and wierd glass on the facade almost like an awning on the roof , they all wore white wrappers and carried big food packets on their backs . Hoomans indeed are wierd they wear different colored fineries on their bodies, I really marvel at times if they feel suffocated , hoomans in that palace were more peculiar than usual they carried some kind of hearing device which they hung around their necks like all the other problems they had , almost like an ' albatros around their neck ' . 

               I was not the sole king , I had one sister and one brother , ' Mooh ' was my elder sister , elder to me by exactly , wait let me count, 1.......5.......7.......17........28 minutes so she did not want to be a ' doggoprincess ' but instead the 'Doggoqueen ' and honestly I was terror-struck of her , I loved her but she made me look silly with her guileful and conniving ' tail moves ' . Then there was , is and will always be ' bity ' or 'whity' or may be it is 'mighty' , all these years gone by and I 'am still so muddled it is some ' ity ' so let us settle for ' whity the white dog ' , because he is so white . whity is exactly same age as mine , albeit I doubt my head came to this 'doggoful' world first . Mooh decided to go to another kingdom with big buildings and rule the place as a the new 'Doggo Queen consort' Whity too decided to be my ' Henchdoggo ' , he travelled all nine culverts , ten acres of garth , five tiers of unknown palaces , umpteen-boundless numbers of big blue , black , red and yellow food & treasure boxes , I have heard Hoodad calling it something , ' The majestic doostbeen ' . Moon too kept on changing it's shape , I was now the nonchalant and unswayed DoggoKing of the entire territory.

          But then my undisputed rule was confronted by a bewitching but fierce doggogirl who ruled the territory beyond the ' fairy water circle ' in the middle ' , I was not allowed into the forbidden corridors she so inexorably ruled . Not only she was pretty but she was mystical too , if rumours were to be trusted she was a wolfinia , long black manes , bigger structure , bigger than mine , canines were pearly whites sticking out of her exquisite and beguiling snout , she was my first and the only love of my life . I was intimidated by her and I adored her both at the same time , in her presence I could never snarl , woof, bark or growl , all I could manage was mewling & whimpering before her with a silly grin shone on my snout , my ears dancing and heart pounding a little faster and harder , I still howl thinking of her gazing at the omnipresent moon , what a young passionate and dogolicious doggo I was back then . Guys it is my ' pee and poo ' time , hoodad is waiting for me to go out with him so that I can answer ' nature's call and he can answer his girlfriend's ' , usually while walking I still mark my territory but now it is just an affable and genial gesture to make my presence felt . My bladder and hoodad are being woeful I have to go Take care peeps and feed your doggo well .

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CHAPTER 3: The Pack :Mongrels and Anthropoids.

As I grew up I realised that my tail is not always under my voluntary control , it tends to sway left to right in an undulating motion when ever I came across certain hoomans , it seems to adore them a little more than I do . Every doggo has a peculiar tail gesticulation , some have swishing tails , some wriggling , few have helicopter tails and others have confused tails , tails which go clock-wise to anti-clockwise completely unaware what it want's to do . My tail doesn't only depict my happiness , it is also ' stiff and tiff climbing up a cliff ' when I catch scent of ' flapper flippy birdie ' or ' purring the catty -cat ' , It goes down to ' get between the leggy town ' when I see someone with a 'stick to unleash throttle' and If food is around or my favourite person is acting like a clown it goes mad ' becomes a helicopter ' , So no matter how I feel my tail has a different ' motion for every emotion ' . There are few hoomans and doggos who are closer to my heart , ' Bity the whity ' is my favourite living thing in the entire world and beyond he never leave's me alone and help's me handling this empire . Whity got hitched to another wolfy her name was ' Crazy Brazy ', Brazy was not like Wolfina , she was sagacious , and some what an ' omega ' , a lone wolf . Whity loved her from the tip of her furry tail to the tip of her big flappy ears and I had to condone her for Bity's sake . 

         Moon apeared and disappeared 1  ........... 5 ........ 15 .........25 .............30 times , many hoomans came in our empire , some of them treated us like royalties with all the good food they would share , rub our belly's , tap our backs , patted our skulls and scratched our ears, all with one glance at them and they would come down on their knees , squatting and serving to our needs , hoomom kept on saying we all have the ' puppy eye enigma ' and that is how we get what we want . I still controlled the operation of ' doostbeens ' cartel , albeit now some people were hell bent on preventing us accessing the ' doostbeans ' , they carried iron rods and would hit us vehmently for absolutely no sane reason , whity and I had simple policy ' run run ' and if caught ' bite bite '. All hoomans are not good , even our tail came to know of it.

                 Few hoomans are gem ,one such hoogirl is my ' hoomom ' she is exactly right size to be my mom , she has black and helter skelter hair with a scent which made me follow her through ages ,when ever she called my name ' blow nie ' I knew I had to be with her on my back so that she can pay me respect by rubbing my belly and ohhh she always had some thing to eat , something sweet , round and ' kadach kadach ' crunchy . I still remember she would just sit with me on the stair case and would spend hours staring at some sort of rectangular equipment which told stories , caressing me even when I slept , I loved her then , I lover her today & no matter homany new moons come and go I will lover her forever , I know it that she too has a tiny corner in her heart that beat's just for me . Just like me hoodad too was smitten by hoomom may be he too planned on walking eternities with her after all she smelled so good and talked as sweet as honey glazed almonds , hoodad is hoodad ,he is wierd honestly , he is warmer than other hoomans , he run's faster , he sweats like we do , he can even smell and hear things from a distance like we do , some times hoomom called him a ' bare wolf ' or was it ' werewolf ' I don't remember but he smelled of anger , anxiety and fear at times , I was so sure back then ,he wanted to replace me as the new alpha of our little ' Family pack ' . 

              New packs started to come up in my empire and like a good doggo king I protected the new one's , first one to come was 'sad eyes' , his eyes were always like some one took all his 'doostbeans' and was scared of all hoomans we named him 'sad eyes'. Along 

with sad eyes came his only friend 'limpy the dimpy ' who was scared of all hoomans , when he was very young , he was hit by bad hoomans so he broke his right hind leg and limped ever since . Together , ' sad eyes ' and ' limpy the dimpy ' barked and growled at blank places , hoomans and other doggos believed they could see 'ghostly ghastly hoomans' , I always thought they were just plain stupid . 

              Two beautiful doggogirls came to live with us , ' girl ' the ladydoggo and 'tuk -tuk' , They both were scared of hoomans but they love hoomom and hoodad , specially ' tuk tuk ' she grew fond of hoomom a lot . Slowly we all became one ' big pack of family ' , which was led by me , I was the alpha but I could never scold hoomom.

       I 'am a little hungry , I really want some chicken soup and may be a few slices of 'prench toaft' I mean 'french toast' , you too should eat something , I learn't some thing from hoodad "Hasta la vista, baby" .

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CHAPTER 4: Hoomom & Hoodad

staying in my own empire I realised how hoomans used to come and go , I got attached to so many hoomans but they left and never came back , may be as I grew up all I wanted was 'lub' I mean 'loove' or love . I wanted to have a favourite toy , favourite food , a favourite hooman ,who would stay with me forever . I met hoogirl and hooboy way before they met each other ,hoogirl was always with people, smiling and chirping but she smelled of sadness as if she too was looking for a home , when ever we met she would greet me with gentle pats on my head and a smile brighter than the lamp in the sky I gazed at night , she would treat me with sweet small brick like plates called 'pale g' and in return I would let her pat my back and head or may be I ate 'pale g' because she used to pat on my head, anyways I love both , I think I already told you all this but I miss her, so I just described her again . She would be elated at site of me but at the same time I also sensed hesitation & some fear as I'am the ' big doggo king' bigger than she thought she could handle . I liked her more than hooboy , she had a gentle approach and when ever hoodad and hoomom fought I always sided with her and snarled at him , to which hoodad would laugh every single time . 

     Hoodad was different , a loner, an omega, walking berserk , helter skelter . He was very thin back then probably he never knew there was enough food in 'doostbeans' for all of us, Bity the Whity once took hoodad to our top secret spot where we kept our stock of 'flipper flappy birdies' , whity offered hoodad the best ' flipper flappy birdy ' we had , fresh, fat , full of flavours and hoodad still said no , no doubt he was a choosy eater . he had a hunchy back at that time and wreaked of anxiety and fear when with other hoomans , but with us he smelled of peace and satisfaction . One day I smelled of an entirely different thing , it was sweet as white 'magnolia' , fresh as ' gardenia ' and honest as 'Freesia' , wait it was the same aroma which linger in air when hoogirl and hoodad loved me , but this was not coming from me it was coming from hoodad and hoogirl standing a yard away from me from where I could clearly see them both , radiating wierd but a salubrious energy . 

       After that day hooboy and hoogirl were always together , they both smelled of sweet blossoms and love , I was happy for them I got more treats than ever , more pats , more ear scratches I was getting double of everything and so were whity, brazy , lady , tuk tuk , sad eyes and limpy . I found my home and that is how hooboy and hoogirl became hoodad and hoomom . They would ocassionally feed us with peculiar but nice tasting ' flipper flappy birdie ' , birdie with out feathers and blood . Life was really doggolicious and I had no intention of changing a thing .

                Like every beautifull story our good times got tested too by an unwanted villain , Hoodad called her ' prinki - cipal ' Hoodad and hoomom hated her but still greeted her as if it was some political agenda that they were working on , hoomom used to call her ' the bitch ' not female doggo like ' tuk tuk ' but ' witch the bitch ' , she wanted to take away our empire and and beat us out of our own kingdom , she was the epitome of evil with an army of her own who did everything at her one order , hoodad called her army as ' danda-dhari ' , they would rain sticks and stones on us and we had to flee , hoodad and hoomom faught all the could but we had to go into hiding and gather forces of our own , it was almost like ' mad dog dancing ' and I could do nada about it . We went off to stay with Wolfinia for a while , hoodad and hoomom would scream searching for us day and night carrying food for us , they thought we had been ' out casted or killed in action ' but we were just hiding listening to them and waiting for the right time to retaliate . Days went by , moon appeared and disappeared 1...3...... 5.....7.....9.....18 times , voices of hoomom and hoodad had started to sound drowned in despair and anguish , we decided to sneak in and let them know that we were still around , kicking and marking our territory . In the darkness of night when all hoomans were gone and ' dandadhaaris ' were comatosed , we sneaked in one night and followed the voice of hoodad calling for us as he daily did like clockwork , I went gushing to him , my tail lost all control , whity too was flying to him running parallel to me , That day we whimpered to him and he cried to us , god we had missed hoomom and him a lot . God heard us 'prinki -cipal ' got too old and was sent off, dandadharis too stopped hitting us , we went to our home and I claimed back my throne but I learnt one thing , hoomans ruled us and not every one is good , they can be real brutal at times . I can barely open my eyes can some one please get me my favourite blanket , I'am an old doggo Who needs a lot of sleep and love .

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CHAPTER 5 : Damnation & Little Skittle chipmunks.

Hoomom and Hoodad loved us a little more than they previously did , we went for long endless walks around our empire , I miss those walks with me in the centre , their hands grazing against each other , whity always switching sides between hoomom and hooodad , getting tired and sitting on the podiums , always some thing to eat , always somewhere to go and always some one to hug and lick .

         Whity and Brazy gave birth to ' little skittle chipmunks ' ,1 .....4 .....6 ....8 of them , I was their god father & it was my job to protect them. Brazy hid them in green , very green bushes , chipmunks were in their cigar stage and I would sit in a tight concealed spot from where I would keep an eye on them while Brazy and Whity gathered food for the pack .Hoodad and hoomom were in our inner circle so they were allowed to look after the chipmunks when we were not around . ' Little Skittle chipmukns ' became kids to hoomom and hoodad too , they would carry the little ones in their hands and arms all day long , I felt a little jealous , my share of time was being given to cigars who barely moved , had no happy bone in them and cried all day long with closed eyes , I knew hoodad and hoomom loved me the most but at that time chipmunks needed extra care . Three of the chipmunks went to lick god's feet , we all got sad , very very sad , We wished they did not have to go so soon, hoomom and hoodad got more careful with rest of the chipmunks but two more went off to be with their siblings even before they could open their magical eyes , only three were left , hoodad and hoomom named them 'fluffy', 'Blackie' & 'Lucky' . We all protected them with all we had , loved them all we could, hoomom and hoodad were always around . Wolfinia hated brazy and her skittles which made the equation all more weary and difficult. Brazy could challenge wolfinia for her territory because she was her match in terms of power & prowess. Wolfinia did the unpardonable, inorder to intimidate Brazy , she attacked Fluffy, just out of his cigar stage our 'little skittle' wolfdoggo was no match to her and succumbed to his injuries . Wolfinia profaned the most blest and venerated law of my empire , she killed a doggobaby , she killed my ' doggo god son ' . I chose Fluffy over Wolfinia , I chose 'just over unjust' , I was no match to Wolfinia so The entire pack decided to ambush wolfinia and break her from her 'pack of savages' and then I fought her out 'paw to paw' as the law of doggo empire dictates . I broke my snout , contused my body but what hurt the most was that I blemished our love forever, the heartbreak still teases me in times of seclusion .Hoodad had to apply white sticky repair cream every where for days and made me live with him till I could eat again .

      After Wolfinia was banished hoomom and hoodad took Blackie and Lucky completely under their wings, there was peace but an abominable lull of sorrow in the entire territory Hoodad and hoomam smelled of fear , it was different, it was fear of losing Lucky and Blackie, just in a lapse of 90 moons we had lost 6 chipmunks .Lucky got very close to hoodad like she meant all three realms to him and Blackie too was inseperable from hoodad and hoomom. It seemed God was upset with us , Lucky ate some thing shiny , something she shouldn't have eaten , for 1....2.......5. days she did not eat anything , hoodad and hoomom carried her to 'vetnonerian' I don't know how to spell it so let us just say ' doggodoctor ' but Lucky had decided to go back to god , she went to her in hoodad's lap , that was first time we all whimpered together , hoodad and hoomon cried their lungs out , Lucky went off loved , to run in the beautiful savana . Hoodad's soul is tarnished ever since , a corner of him is blemished forever, He still sobs remembering lucky , his first 'doggodaughter' an elegy remain's in our hearts for lucky " Lucky you will always be missed and baby you were special to all of us specially your hoodad and hoomom we will always love you as our first and most precious 'doggodaughter' , you are always in our hearts , you are always part of our prayers " 

          Hoomom was the strong one back then, she put us all together by just being there. I miss hoomom a lot , hoodad too misses her he wreaks of sadness and sometimes have salty water in his eyes but he doesn't whimper or cry he just glances at moon & smiles but I do call on to her howling with all my might because I know same moon blesses her to sleep too, I' am going to meet her today in my field with tall grass and 'curdly cloudly' dreams , we have a play date, I hope hoodad is there too , As hoodad & hoomom always greeted each other every night , goodnight , sweet dreams , God bless , hugs , kisses , I miss you & I will always love you hoomom . I'am sorry to end this one a little sad and leaving every one despondent but there is hope and love in coming chapters of my life .

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CHAPTER 6 : Era of cigars & notched ears.

After Lucky went to god , Blackie was left all alone , hoomom and hoodad decided to take Blackie with them , Brazy hated the idea but we knew Blackie wouldn't make it on streets all by himself , hoodad made little wolfdoggo sit in his bag and took him to his sleeping area , Brazy as a mother was devastated with seven of her skittles gone to god and Blackie too taken away from her , she knew it was for Blackie's own good . Blackie is indeed a peculiar doggobaby , He has big flappy ears and sharper than usual canines like wolves , but demeanor that of a lap dog , Hoodad and Hoomom use to call him 

'bholu' beacuase of his undying innocence . Hoodad and Hoomom brought him daily to the play ground early in the morning when other hoomans were yet to wake up , we all met him daily and He has the eyes and soul of whity , gentle , calm and comforting , when Blackie and whity walked together it seemed like the same soul had posessed two bodies . while Blackie was growing , ' Tuk -Tuk ' and 'Girl the ladydoggo ' gave birth to 1..........2....3........4 ' Tiny weeny chiggles ' each , all eight of them were adorable , but every one seemed worried sick with new cigars , 'tuk -tuk' and 'Girl' never left side of their babies, hoomom and hoodad too were more than vigilant this time around .'Tuk Tuk' was blessed with three doggogirls and one doggoboy , we named them ' bindiya the scaredy catdog ' , ' Spot the over sensitive chub' , ' Tinkerbell the cunning little delight ' and 'Lad the not so bossdoggo' . 'Girl' too became a proud doggomom to one doggogirl ' marshmallow the naughtiest arrow' and three doggoboys all sweet as confectionery 'Chocolate' , 'Cappuccino' and the tiniest and noisiest of all eight 'Snow ball' . 

       On 362 moon moon days we all loved hoomom and hoodad but on three moon days hoodad and hoomom acted vile & wierd , they would carry some sort of small but very 'pinchu prickly in the skin' weapon called the ' back seen ' . Hoodad and hoomom pretended to play with us , hoomom like the good hooman which she truly is , carried ' feather less and blood less birdie ' where as hoodad would ambush us from behind and poke in the needle of 'back -seen' , now when I press my paw against my head , I think it was 'vaccine' not 'back -seen' . We all tried to hide , run and even snarl but nothing worked hoodad and hoomom knew we couldn't resist the taste of ' flipper flapper birdie ' and they manipulated this detail to their disposal three times an year, every year .

                A lot of moon days passed by , Blackie became a handsome and gentle wolfdoggo , He grew fast and rather big , too big to be living with hoodad in his small sleeping area ,Blackie had lived with hoodad for so long that he had no sense of empire rules anymore .Hoomom and hoodad decided to send away Blackie to live with hoomom's grandparents , Brazy & Whity got upset , hoodad too felt as if a piece of him was going away , I knew it was best for Blackie but somehow I wanted him to stay with us , like good parents we all let go of him with smiling snouts and faces . After Blackie , 'spot' , 'Cotton candy', 'Marshmallow' & 'TinkerBell' too went off to be with their forever families .

           Hoodad and Hoomom tried to 'notch our ears' , God knows who had put in all this idea damnation & abomination in their sweet hairy heads , I recalled 'Limpy' and 'sad eyes' could not have chipmunks of their own once their ears were notched, 'Lad' , 'Bindiya', 'chocolate' and 'Cappuccino' were taken to 'doggodoctor' and when they came back their ears were notched , They looked happy and were getting a lot of 'flipper flappy birdie' to eat once they came back . Tuk 'Tuk & Girl' too were lured and got their ears notched , which meant no new 'chiggles or skittles' in our empire , I was happy that no doggobaby will go back to god so early but at the same time it broke my heart that we won't be having 'all love Four paws cigars' in our territory . 

                     After That we did not have new ciggars but every now and then we did get new doggobabies , alone , destitute & lost like Blackie would have been If not cared for, we never turned down anyone , being a good 'doggoking' I made it certain there was enough food , love and affection for everyone , hoomam and hoodad made sure everyone had notched ears and forever homes for the young one's . 

        Hoodad is gentler with me & my new friends , 'kalia the Queenbossdog' she is calm and the alpha here , 'JB Uncle' the mad dog , he is a 'ball of fur which make wierd noises and has button eyes'. I stick along with hoodad and his babsis , my 'hoobhua' , hoodad still smell's of hoomam at times , sweet but melancholious .Hoobhua is an alpha too, she is the anchor in hoodad's life .I think I need to go and give hoodad a hug and lick him up it's been a while since I last saw him in the kitchen, ' bao-ciao' peeps .

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CHAPTER 7 :Grumpy Old Brownie & His Earthly Musings.

I have been here for way too long , long enough to see season change from summers to winters and winters to summers 1 ....6....8....12 ....19.....20. yes 20 times , I remember doggomom telling me as a skittle , that I will see more than 20 seasons but after that I should lay my paws down and rest , let things be managed by young one's. I was too young back then just a 'skittle -chiggle' , She would talk to me while wiping my fur up with her tongue , picking the ticks out clasping my flesh with her teeth, she would extend her wisdom to me, wisdom that she and doggodad had gathered over years. I miss her sometimes ,like I miss hoomom , I miss how they both had faith in me , I miss how they both loved me through ' thick and thin ' . Looking at 'Brazy' , 'Tuk -Tuk' & 'Girl' I realised how doggomoms and hoomoms are the true alpha and are absolutely indispensable in our lives, I'am just lucky to have two mothers . Doggomoms protect us untill we can defend ourselves , feed us untill we are capable of finding food on our own , They keep our helpless and cold bodies warm even on the most bitter cold nights. Hoomoms too are special they pat our heads when we feel left out , baby talk with us , although I couldn't understand a syllable that she blurted out in her ' hoolanguage ' but her tone was always soft as a pillow , Her lap was as comfortable and warm as was my doggomom's . I miss both my mothers and their image in my head is inseperable , they both are synonymous to love , care and warmth . 

         As an old doggo I miss the long continual walks on green grass, soft , tender and ticklish on my rough and worn out paws , they almost feel like blessings sent by god along the the fresh blooming flowers , 'white star Magnolias' are my favourite . I still dream of sniffing every single flower walking on green grass for hours , lost in the aroma and warmth of sun and if the luck sided with me I got to watch the alluring 'colour fairies' who would once in a blue moon sit on the tip of my nose and I would try with all my might , not to sneeze , so as to be bedazzled by the 'colour fairy' for just few more precious seconds . God is my favourite painter , he paint's the sky in ways that at time I just keep on looking at the clouds and their exorbitant forms , I lose my intents glancing at the moon more often and I imagine how generous god must be to let me sleep under the white sheet of effulgence . 

           I still slide out from my indoor spot when earth is blessed with ' tipar tapper rain drops ' , as much as I hate the white lather on my kingly fur standing under the humanly water hole , I adore rains , I love to go berserk and walk pel mel under the heavenly showers , the soft drops of water hitting my old ghastly body is a feeling I wait for around the moon days . I absolutely love the smell right before the rains and they always remind me of times when I walked between hoomom and hoodad with whity , all four of us soaked in love and rain water . Hoodad seems to be weak with words he call the blessed aroma of rain 'peti -chor' and when ever I steal food he denounces me too as 'petty - chor' , He really needs to improve his collection of words . 

             Hoomom and hoodad hated it when we ate something from the 'doostbean', they fed us all well but taste of the food was not nearly as tasty as from ' doostbean ', I could never say no to milk , flipper flappy birdie & 'prench toaft' aka French toast , they tasted divine albiet I really missed blood in birdie but that is okay , catching a birdie is not an easy task and mostly a futile one , birdie can fly higher and faster than I can jump which at times makes it impossible for doggos to catch them . I hated the wierd round hard birdie poop like pellets that sometimes hoomans give us, it does taste like poop and you can take my word on it as I have tasted both . At times I eat more than I should and I get all nauseated , that is when grass come to my rescue I 'sniff & bite, chew & spit' the grass , it really helps, a few days back 'hoobhua' was nauseous I offered her grass and she just laughed at me as If I cracked some joke , hoomans at times can be real difficult and wierd . 

      when I shifted with hoodad I met a doggokid , his name is 'Marky' , when I first saw him he had a familiar innocence, the same spark in his big beautiful eyes , mischief was drooling out of his wide open jaw & he leaned against hoodad's leg the same way Lucky did , when I first saw him I knew it was lucky . Lucky had come back to hoodad and hoodad is aware of his blessing , this time he did not let 'marky' go to god he fought and begged for him to stay and god did bless him . May be that is what will happen with me too, I will come back to hoodad even if I go away to be with god , may be hoodad is correct , our souls are hitched . Guys I want to gaze the moon & sleep to it so stay blessed .

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CHAPTER 8 : Just Short Of Heaven.

'Is this the end ' I don't know , ' Is this a new beginning' , I don't care , what truely matters is today , today is all we have and as a doggo this is the reality etched on my soul , imprinted so deep that I don't prepare for another breath , I love with all I have , I fight for what I believe and I laugh with my heart blooming with happiness , because this moment is all what our creator gifted me with . I can't speak as god gave me a heart and tongue two sizes too big to hate or to express hate but I do speak to those who understand my gestures and lack of words , I do speak to those who understand the honesty in my eyes and I do speak to those who can read stories hidden in folds of my now wrinkled skin . In this life time I have seen all and before my time runs out I will run , faster and faster on my favourite grassy green field till I feel air in my ears , till wind sounds like it is talking to me. There is an excerpt from my favourite book that hoomom and hoodad read to me, 

I quote " In Mongolia, they believe that when a dog has finished living his lifetimes as a dog, his next incarnation will be as a man.I realize this would mean losing all my memories, my experiences. But I have a plan. I will try to imprint what I know on my soul, carry it so deeply in the pockets of my existence that when I open my eyes, and look down at my new hands, I will already know which people to go to , and what all to do in life gifted to me ."  I unquote , these lines and the fact that Lucky did come back to hoodad I so hope my soul is forever hitched with my doggomom , doggodad , whity , hoomom last but not the least my hoodad . I will love you all till the last borrowed breath and I expect you to love me back because where there is love , there is always an expectation to be loved back .

         Hoodad and Hoomom I have always been able to smell all your emotions and it has been a amalgam of happiness , sorrow and pheromones , the strongest of perfumes , even the scent of shampoo and soap could never hide your true scent . All I have done in this life time is , loved my kind and loved hoomom and hoodad and god I have recieved more than I have given . Dear hoomom no matter where you are , what you do and even if we never meet again , you will always be a part of my pack , you will always be my family and I will always choose you over hoodad and he would always let me pick you over him & let me snarl at him in order to fend for you . It has been a more than pleasing journey with all you wonderful & hearty hoomans and I have felt home with each one of you , thankyou for having me around for so long , God bless you all . I' am going to sleep with my hoodad because on few nights he need my paws in his hands and my head on his heart.

...............signing off   

       ' Brownie the forever doggoking '

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