A change in the life of a dog

 

The sadhu’s phantasmagorical strike at the ever-howling dog, the sprightly sniveler, astounded it to the extent that it finally came out of its crying doctrinaires and barked for the first time. So it may be counted as a blessing by the mendicant because a dog without bark is nothing short of perfidy in the canine world. Having abandoned its frightful peculiarity, it docks its tail with a certain swagger. The dog has started barking finally. It’s a neighborhood news item.

The best liquor-lover in the locality, who sets up the most loquacious and abusive drama after getting sloshed—having plenteously pawned away most of his possessions—inadvertently struck the dog with his cycle. He was holding his cycle and reversing it. The sleeping dog was hit by the tyre as it rolled over the dog. The dog took it as a breach of honor. It must have felt like a thunder-strike to the sleeping dog because—following the momentum built after the sadhu episode—it barked.

It’s such a nice change in the street. The barking dogs are far more preferable than the howling ones. Maybe it was waiting for good reasons to bark all this time and the sadhu and the liquor-lover finally provided it one. Even though it still finds most of the issues and objects worth howling at only, but its mysterious sufferance gets a few moments of break at the sight of the liquor-lover. The other day, the liquor-lover once again bespattered the street air with his doctrinal cuss words, raising a terrible show with an abominable ravishment. As a few people gathered to shove him back to his house, the dog gave them suitable strength and company by following the party and barking all the while. He followed them and chivalrously barked as if to say, ‘Take this idiot to his house!’

By the way, there is a fat black puppy in the street. It was standing by the gate and I suddenly happened to open the gate. The sound startled it so much as if an apocalypse was unfolding. It’s an angelic little roly-poly cute thing. Almost a dark ball. A mere look at it will suffuse you with lovingness. Scared out of wits, it showed consummate skills at running. It rolled over its tiny paws and covered majority of the flight in rolling motion.

It reached a safe distance and then barked cutely, showing the embryonary canine sense in its little brain. Well, it inspires me to do the same when against a danger. Running away is a fun. It’s brave in fact. You need to be strong to run away from tricky situations and angry people.