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.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 4)

It has been quite a while since I updated my tails (misspelling intentional) about our furry friends, the beasts of our lives. A recent comment on my blog spoke about childhood that made me nostalgic about my childhood again. I was reminded once again of these beasts that played their part to make my life magical.

The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 1)
The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 2)
The Beasts of Our Lives (Part 3)


He is by far one of the handsomest dogs I have ever seen. He was the son of Chibud and Rani, and it seems he was a mutt who got the best of all genes. Tall, stocky, incredibly muscular, Rocky was built like a powerhouse. The Pitbull genes in him showed in his well built body. Sharp, sleek, elegant and regal, Rocky was a Mister Universe amidst dogs. The German Shepherd genes showed in his sexy good looks and intellect. Even as a little puppy, Rocky just towered above the rest.

Dogs like Rocky are frightening and intimidating. No one wants to get on the wrong side of a dog that is so quick and so powerfully built. But our Rocky was a gentle giant. Much more of a cuddly teddy bear than a dog. In fact he was quite a bit of a doofus. I don't think he had any idea on how massive his size was. I don't think he ever realized that he could probably rip apart a gang of dogs on his own. I don't think he knew that one bellowing bark could have sent humans covering away in fear.

The other dogs often bullied him and stole his chew sticks and food. Little kids found him an adorable mountain to climb and a fanciful horse to ride. Me, I loved having this massive beast rubbing against my legs like a pussy cat. I enjoyed having men who didn't know better shudder at the sight of this monster padding in my shadows. And I think despite his silly goofy cuddly nature, the Pitbull and German Shepherd in him kept a watchful eye on all us kids.


Soft, black, with the most beautiful soulful eyes, Ruby was another one of Rani's daughters that survived. She was the most unique of Rani's puppies because she was the only one with black fur. Also unlike her siblings she had longer hair instead of the typical soft hair.

Ruby is imprinted in my memory because my dad and I saved her life. We don't know if it was a fight or an accident, but Ruby suffered a major gash in her shoulder. My dad noticed that her gash had become infested with maggots. If nothing was done she could lose her limb and possibly even her life. So we took her to the vet where her wound was washed with antiseptic. The vet and his assistants too tweezers and scissors and deftly pulled out any remaining maggots.

I have a major gag reflex. The sight of real live blood and gore makes me sick to the stomach. I remember my stomach churning as I watched Ruby being treated. My heart wrenched every time she whimpered in pain. But I also learned that I could stomach anything and everything for ones I love. I remember checking her wound regularly and learning to tweeze out maggots. I became diligent about checking all my neighborhood gang of dogs for wounds, ticks, maggots - even though it grossed me out. When I remember Ruby, I wonder if I should have toyed with my fragile stomach and become a vet.


Most of Brownie's puppies never survived. One really startling exception was Sheila. Startling because she wasn't timid, weak or sickly like most of Brownie's puppies - but was surprisingly hale and hearty. Not only was she hale and hearty, but she also exceptionally playful. Every time she saw us, she would come to us running in leaps and bounds. She was so hyperactive, she was always bouncing off the walls like crazy. She was the kind of dog who wanted to knock you over each time by jumping up to you and covering you with many wet kisses. I think she was a favorite amidst my cousins.

The Others

Apart from our pets and our gangs of dogs in Vashi, many family members had pets that I knew throughout my childhood. Like Cookie, my uncle's adorable border collie. Dumbo and Puffer, Cookie's two precocious feline sisters. There was Tiger, the Doberman who intervened with barks to end every fight. Snoopy the very naughty, naughty poodle who rolled himself blue in pool chalk one day. Tipu, a big lovable lug of a goofy Great Dane who knocked people over in affection. I'll never forget Zorro, the massive overweight Doberman and Silver, the tiny little yippy Pomeranian who bossed him around. The love of my life was Pia, a most adorable cat at my great grandfather's place in Udipi and her whole brood of kittens. And of course the many Tommys and Dasus my great grandfather had including the one who chomped my jaw because he loved Pia more than me. And then the last time I went to India, I met Shaggy my cousin's fuzzball and Coffee a neighborhood stray whom my aunt was convinced had the soul of Socks in him.

Soon I will write about the beasts we met in the USA.

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