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Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 | Author:

Hi all,

Some of you know that my daughter, Zoe, gave birth to 8 beautiful babies a couple of months ago. I have been able to find wonderful homes for 7 of them so far. Although it saddens both Zoe and me, we also need to find a home for the littlest one, Poopsie. She is adorable and I would hate to see her go. Don’t take my word for it – see the pics for yourself. All I am asking is if you guys know anyone who would be able to give a good, loving home to Poopsie, please let me know.

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Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | Author:

Love thy all!

Nai Dilli
Hey my name is pug, the AD wala. I am undoubtedly a celebrity land mammal. I feel great when I come out of my master’s apartment in a place called New Delhi in India. I am a craze particularly in the urban area. I feel like a prince, especially when I am out for a morning or an evening walk with Bholu, my Gorkha keeper. Strangers, you know, complete strangers come upto me, cuddle, give me names and coo-chi-coo me. I am popular among children as well. Though my mum used to tell me that to her comparison my generations of doggies have become more popular and {psst expensive also}. I tried to find the reasons – I met a friend, a fellow pup you know, se lives just two blocks away. She is called Jane. She told me that a telephone company “Hutchison” ran a series of TV and print advertisements featuring US. The advertisements were aesthetic and cool. So cool hai hum.

My history
I am one of the most smartest dog around and Intelligent too, Stanley Coren says so, who is Stanley? I don’t know, but he has conducted some kind of a research on us, so funny. We are everywhere on the papers, TV and the internet. A site called Wikipedia says that we love company of human beings. True, we love men and women. If I go by my historical presence then it goes like this. Emperor, Ling (168-190 AD) of China used to take care of us and we were guarded by soldiers and given the best meat and rice. Then started our European journey, we were smuggled by the Dutch and introduced to the Kings and Queens of the then monarchy. My forefathers were in company of a King called Napolean Bonaparte and his wife. Then came HRH- her Royal Highness Queen Victoria, she loved us and expanded our popularity to a next level. My ancestors and fellow mates have acted in films like The Adventures of Milo and Otis, Men In Black,  The Clique Series, Massie Block, Disney’s Pocahontas, George Lopez. See, ain’t I special?  We like a man’s girl friend also have many names, international fame you know. Mops in Germany/Holland, Mopsi in Finland, Carline in France, the Spanish call me Doguillo and in India I am not sure but I have heard children shouting “phone wala kutta’- phone Wala? Yeah, that’s India.

Today and my future
Friends, are you guessing why I want to express? I want to say few things. As I told you about my origination before. We are used to cooler climatic condition. I know I am show piece doggie, but such extreme heat these days leave me panting. Another friend of mine died during the summers, you know. We are sophisticated and need care. One more thing, the street doggies or the mix breed envy me, though I don’t like them growling at me, but this is something which is not in my control. Right? I am attacked quite frequently and got hurt on my back. One last thing, I’me stolen for money, a friend was picked by unknown people and his master never saw him. One last thing, despite my race which is superior I want to make peace with the street and poor doggies. I have a good nature and good at heart, basically. I stand for equality and harmony – No violence against animals. The Dog – Man’s best friend.

Thank you VEranDA.

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Thursday, February 05th, 2009 | Author:

Address: NH (National Highway) 24, Ghaziabad, Noida area

Nationality: Believers of regionalism

Life span: Not sure (depends on luck and rash drivers of course)

“Hey I came to know that a film on our breed is receiving awards worldwide. Guess what? Slumdog.” said the grey one to black. The black one is slightly thin with a broken limb; he just got back his life last night. He didn’t die, but was run over by a group of boisterous young men driving a Tavera. The black one says, “But I thought the film isn’t about dogs, it’s about humans living in a place called Mumbai. Couldn’t you see those huge posters near Shipra Sun City? Were there any dogs featured on it? You are a moron, living in a fool’s paradise- bloody mixed breed dog. You know, how I navigated last night and saved myself from being killed while crossing the road?”

In the meantime, during this conversation another one was killed in front of their eyes. A few people gathered and then dispersed in less than 2 minutes. “He should have crossed the road a little faster. Poor fella.” The grey sighed.

Who am I?

Im the unsaid, I’me the disheveled, I hold the pride of being the sole conqueror of the “highway”, the streets where I have passed my lineage of drudgeries, the place of my own prodigy, I’me nothing but a meaning less, homeless dog. Though at times this highway of mine deceives me, however…. the place is known to me….I’me the voice of all the other ones dropping in the bracket.

Nevada or Noida, I behold pride of seeing it all, from crass cacophony of the truck wala’s treating ‘a bunch of vegetable’.

Perhaps I am born to leave isolated the whole is not true. .there are some in  my own family who perhaps belong to higher pedigree (and who said caste creed is restricted to the Supreme Being?) They perhaps live a better life, but “we” the nomads live life dog size….but the question is what our fate, is it the drains? Or the banks, rather some cranny of the highway….which finishes us one day….yes, I’me the king of the “other” I have lived life, dog sized.

I too have a right to live.

The objective to write this spoof –

One thing is constant on my way to office everyday. A carcass- crushed accidentally or whatever. The Animal Welfare Board of India should seriously translate action from the wire copies meant to feed the media and pacify animal right activists for the time being. What about shelters for these poor animals somewhere in the outskirts of the city with an active collaboration with government bodies and NGO’s striving for their well beings?

An animal lover

Unconditional Love - They Give

Unconditional love – They give

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