A Tale on Snoopy

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It doesn't take a great deal to figure out on what this article is about. A saga weaved around my little dog snoopy roping in pleasant times with her that involuntarily frisks out from the very depth of the heart at the least attempt to think of her. A white Lhasa Apso. She is a very cute sight with black eyes akin to black round marbles and a black nose and fluffy hair all about her excepting the times when her locks fall a victim to the scissors during those sultry days of the season owing to the unbearable heat; a swift transition from a dog to a lamb.

My mom's reluctance to the idea of bringing home a puppy resulted in shifting the thought to some passive corners of the mind for sometime. It was more than a surprise when she held the little woollen ball like pup in immaculate white that crawled about whining at an unaccustomed place .She was a small wonder who went about enrapturing the hearts of our household through her puppy ways.

Hardly a few days had lapsed after snoopy's arrival when the entrant identified a small frog in the midnight in our courtyard during the course of her earliest vigils. She at once showed no signs of delay in the diligence she exhibited in waking up my aunt by pulling on to her sari .An incident that is recalled time and again by my aunt. As a pup she was fed on milk in the early hours of the morning by our helper in the kitchen. One day due to his engagement in some household work, feeding snoopy was banished to some province of oblivion .The implorer ravished by the pangs of hunger mouthed the bowl only to follow the helper to make know her appeal.

She found herself easily attaching herself to mom; getting obsessed with her with her growing possessiveness about her. There were immediate signs of throwing tantrums by the way of holding on to my mom's sari when the puppy mind was capable of realizing the fact that my mom was clothed differently, holding her purse to leave out only to find strewn pieces of newspaper victimized to the pup's wrath on her return. Suitcases and travel bags were objects of her displeasure. She would swirl in circles expressing her excitement at the sight of a long gone family member.

Snoopy cannot fathom the idea of being an object of omission in any of the family happenings, be it a casual conversation or a formal get together. Once when my brother-in law was attempting to comprise the whole family within his camera we have the forgotten white being walking up and posing with the family. A fallen face of a family member is an unbearable sight, as she would end up squealing with her paws all about us. When on occasions of my mom circumambulating the temple, it is a definite, unmistakable sight to find snoopy keeping up in pace with her outside the forbidden area by eyeing her through the fence; a silent observer of the rituals with an unperturbing attitude when the family is involved in prayers. Sinking her teeth into the flesh of a visitor who tried to wake up my ailing father was a recent display of her untiring vigil. Rather a trouble brewing watchfulness.

It is a daily routine to alert us on the approach of suppertime. Her palate is in constant hankering to assuage her sinful craving for a carnivorous appetite. A sudden burn above her nose once revealed her attempt to open the lid of hot vessel containing meat.

The tale on snoopy can go on but in want of space it has to be ended. The writing of this piece would have served its purpose if it succeeds in reminding you of your pet if you are away from home, or you are really busy with not much time for it, or hastens up a tentative mind on bringing one home or rekindle the memories of a long lost one for they are embodiment of unconditional love.