dog | Sharing Thoughts

Turn to your co-workers, kids, Facebook friends, family — anyone who’s accessible — and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective, and a noun. There’s your post title! Now write.

My husband gave me three words, ‘The’, ‘Beautiful’ and ‘Dog’.

Here goes my story about ‘The beautiful dog’.

It was the cutest, prettiest puppy I have seen in my life, till then.

Frankly, I didn’t love dogs in childhood. Thanks to my brother’s friend who would always shoo his dog after me. The brute was big, ferocious and beautiful if dogs can be called beautiful or handsome. But became submissive after I overpowered him one day.

My maid’s daughter brought this puppy to my house as it has lost its parents. My daughter insisted that she will look after it, though she did not and we ended up looking after it.

The dog was named ‘Kutkut’ as the whole night it made peculiar kutkut sound.

With our love and affection, it became one of us but was envious of my son. It will play with my son but if the father loved him, the puppy will start fighting with my son.

How he will make us understand what he wants without uttering a word, beats me.

He was naughty. He liked the company of girls more than boys though running away with their cricket ball was his favorite game.

He will sit beside my maids 4 daughters listening to their gossip as if understanding everything looking from one girl to another.

I can go on and on praising him and writing anecdote after anecdote describing his playfulness.

This story I wrote for Five sentence Fiction will describe his real nature.

“He was my companion just for three years and in three years he taught me a lot of things, such as humor, selfless love, how to get whatever he wanted without even muttering a word and how to listen patiently before succumbing suddenly to his undiagnosed illness.

Once when he was one year old, he came running to me, kept his head on my stomach and started whining, I patted him with love and scratched his ears thinking that he was missing me and needs a little pampering.

Just then my maidservant came running furiously, she asked me not to pamper the scoundrel as he had pulled down my mother’s freshly washed white sari and was stamping on it with muddy feet and now the cunning fellow has the guts to seek your sympathy as he was sure to get a smack from her.

The reason behind this was that he got a scolding from my mother for digging out all the newly planted saplings while playing in the garden and was warned not to enter the garden again.