What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 2)

The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 1)

Last week I started narrating the tales of all the furry little friends who were part of my life. Together, they somehow made my life more magical, more fun and gave me fond memories to last a lifetime. This is a continuation of their furry tails.


She was Chibud's wife. Dogs are indeed wandering creatures. They copulate and multiply wantonly without inhibitions. But despite all that I do think sometimes they fall in love and become soul mates. I truly believe in my heart of hearts that Brownie and Chibud were soul mates.

Brownie arrived in our building to take shelter during a raging monsoon. She was a thin frail sickly bag of bones. She looked so sick and weak, we were afraid she was going to die soon. She had the most soft and lovely chocolate brown eyes that just begged "love me". We took pity on her and started feeding her.

Initially, she spent all the time on the ground floor entrance of the building. Over time she moved upstairs to the first floor, Chibud's floor, the floor we lived on. Chibud was highly territorial and no dog, not even his many girlfriends was allowed in this territory. For some reason, he did not seem to mind her presence at all. Eventually, they even began sharing their food and food bowls. On cold rainy days they would snuggle up. The mutual affection had my childlike mind convinced they had fallen in love and married.

Brownie would often disappear to give birth to a litter. I'd eventually find her though. I knew all the mommy dog safe havens. Sadly, none of her puppies ever survived and she remained baby less.She was an extremely timid and frightened dog who always ran away from people. It was virtually impossible to pet her as she would slink and run off. Not even my mom or dad who were avid animal lovers could win her trust. But I knew Brownie from a long time ago when I'd crawled into some gutter as a kid to find her pups. She must have built some affection for me as her only pup to survive. I'm even convinced that she chose our building to take shelter in on account of my scent.

After having Chibud tagged and neutered, I helped dad get Brownie tagged and spayed. She and Chibud lived contently outside our doorstep. Sadly, I don't know what happened after we left for the states.


The story of Rani is a miracle. I often tell her story to people to illustrate why there are no bad dogs, just bad owners. Pit Bulls, Rottweilers and such dogs tend to have a bad reputation as aggressive ferocious dogs. They are nothing but a misunderstood breed. There is also a notion that aggressive dogs who have attacked people and drawn blood are not sociable and must either be put down or raised in an isolated manner. Bull shit I say. Listen to the story of Rani. It all depends on the owners and how well you take care of the dogs.

Rani was a German Shepherd mix. She looked exactly like a German Shepherd, but had shorter yellow hair. She was a regal and royal looking dog. Oh man she was a sleek and sexy beauty. Oh how I would have loved to play with her. There was one problem though. Rani was a ferocious beast. She had attacked several men. She was owned by some hoteliers and they would have to keep her tied all day. Try approaching her and she would growl, snarl and viciously bare her razor sharp fangs. Her owners frequently beat her in punishment for growling and snapping.

Then one day, the hotel shut down and her owners just left leaving her behind. So now we had this deadly beast roaming our apartment complex. We learned how to move about and stay out of her way. Even I would have my heart in my mouth and walk cautiously when Rani was around. But then without her owners Rani had no one to feed and care for her. She did not know to scavenge, hunt or beg like the other dogs. She started growing thinner and frailer.

There was another hotel in our building. The cooks and waiters felt pity on this starving dog. Some of them risked approaching her with leftover scraps. She snarled, but gratefully accepted the food and caused no harm. They told me that the dog was approachable if you offered her food. So even I would take risks offering her pieces of bread and chocolate. Gradually over time, Rani underwent a significant change. Her previous owners were clearly abusive. They kept her tied up and beat her. They didn't make an effort to socialize her. Once she realized not all humans were cruel and began to trust us, miraculous changes happened.

Soon there was a day when the ferocious and vicious beast known as Rani was a distant memory. We only knew of Rani, the gorgeous German Shepherd mix, the royal lady of our neighborhood. The real Rani was a kind and gentle soul. She was a highly intelligent girl who learned to play fetch, tug and one of the few dogs who actually learned commands and tricks. She could fetch a tennis ball or piece of stick for hours. She was extremely fond of little kids and would play games of chase and catch with them. It was heartwarming to see Rani run and play amidst a group of toddlers while their parents watched on with unquestionable trust in her.

Rani also had sharp instinct and the ability to read humans. If Rani ever snarled and chased someone, you knew that those people were untrustworthy. She bit men who turned out to be thieves and muggers wanted by authorities. There was a creepy pedophile guy in the town who touched little kids. Years later some of the girls in the building told me how long ago when they were little he had cornered them in a building, they were frightened, but then Rani arrived from nowhere and bit his hand real hard.

That is why I always suggest, if you want an unconditional, reliable and trustworthy companion who will love and protect your family - forget nannies or friends or even relatives - get a dog. And don't ever write off a dog as being too far gone or too aggressive. All a dog needs is a good responsible human to be a good dog.

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