Woof Woof!

Things happen for a reason, my older brother was never the kind of kid who threw tantrums, but 17-18 years ago he refused to get off the school bus until our mother got us a pet dog. Perplexed by the situation our mother did what any parent would do when a child is being difficult, she tried to con us. 

She picked up an injured stray from the neighbourhood assuming we would eventually get bored of it in a day or 2 and she would set him back with his pack once again. Thank the stars that plan back fired and Guchoo ended up staying with us for a full 13 years. He was a truly wonderful and hassle free dog, to the extent that he did not even bother us when he went and decided to quietly pass away in his sleep.

Things happen for a reason, and for some strange reason my younger cousin picked up a sick stray and threw a tantrum that it needed to be taken care off. It was quite a delicate moment for us because we had just witnessed the death of a friends pup a few weeks before. We got this frail pup to our house and moments later it excreted nothing but blood, we called a vet and even she said that he most likely would not make it, but told us a few things we could do to make it easier for him

Miraculously, he survived and we tried very hard to put him up for adoption, but in this era of pure breeds and pets also being a material object to a household, no one wanted to adopt this surprisingly white stray. We were hell bent on getting this dog another home, but somehow it just did not work out, and it was too late, Kaaju had become a part of the family.

My family has loved many a dogs, but none quite like Kaaju, we unanimously dote on him and he is as spoilt as a stray can be. A great mix of energy and love its hard to imagine that this fit, fully grown, energetic, non-drooling specimen was so close to death.

Things happen for a reason, and if it were not for the tantrums thrown by the youngest and the oldest brothers in my mother’s side of the family, I do not know how much happiness would this family have missed out on. I wish I was the one who came up with the words which follow

"A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his." 

- John Grogan