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God made humans…and then to compensate to the disaster he had created, he made animals!

“Man is rated the highest animal, at least among all animals who returned the questionnaire.”
- Robert Brault.

We often hear people saying that Human beings are the most beautiful creation of God…I don’t think so! I think the most beautiful creation of God is animals…or dogs to be specific…and for me to be much more specific…Simba!

Some may claim, some may not, but the fact always remains that we humans are filled with so much of evil, that we have the strength to destroy this whole world with it. Probably we are still saved because our evils are neutralized by the innocence and the unconditional love of our dogs.

I remember many such incidences when I have been depressed with some career decisions or personal decisions going wrong. I normally express that from my behavior, facial expressions and words. I would sit alone and keep thinking what went wrong and how could it be rectified. And suddenly, from nowhere, I feel something soft and fluffy near my ear…and when I turn, I see the most beautiful face right next to me, as if giving me a solution to all my problems, as if smiling and as if touching and saying “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.” And if that still doesn’t somehow make me feel better, then Simba joins me in my mood by just cuddling up next to me and dropping his face on my lap! That does it…it makes all my worries vanish!

It is often said that you should never disturb a person when he or she is angry…else you may end up being the victim of that anger…but with Simba, things are a bit different. He will try to make you feel better in every possible way and he will continuously try to change your mood by doing something funny, or if that’s not enough he will get the stress ball to me (maybe as if he is trying to say that “here, this should help”).

If you still sulk, he might eventually give up knowing that nothing’s going to work. He probably thinks “I would rather shut up and sit in a corner and wait for things to be better”. Needless to mention, that he will constantly check your mood by popping his head up, a couple of times.

Not just depressing moments, even if you are tired and stressed by working all day, Simba is a best stress reliever. He would pump his energy into you. As soon as I open the door to get into my home, I am greeted by the over enthusiastic Simba. He would behave as if he is seeing me after ages. It is actually a funny fact about Simba that even if we leave him alone for 10-15 minutes, he will greet us with the same enthusiasm. Makes me wonder where he gets all the energy from. Sometimes I am just worried that his tail would fall off, with him wagging it so vigorously. No matter how tired I am, Simba always manages to refresh me.

I thank God for creating animals, especially dogs, who are a boon to mankind. They are probably the cure for all the sorrows that humans have. They are the best gifts that god would have given mankind. It is more than a coincidence that GOD when spelled in reverse is DOG…and truly they are a form of God…Love you Simba!

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I think the person who coined the term “animal” created a myth that these are creatures, living beings that have no feelings like we humans do. I too was under the same impression till quite some years back until my pet doggie (I hate calling them dogs because this term has been widely exploited) Simba proved me wrong.

When we got Simba, he was 45 days old, and the breeder told us that like any other human kids, even Simba had to be treated in the same way. So I was very alert and cautious about his food habits, walks, vaccinations, etc. When he was a kid (I would say he still is), we used to feed him cerelac 6 times a day at regular intervals, and like human kids, he too slept and urinated every couple of hours. But what was astonishing was that he very quickly started responding to our gestures and instructions of defining spots for letting himself out. He used to understand, and still does, as to the cooking happening in the kitchen is for him or us. And like every other kid, he would come up to us and show his affection by licking us and jus lying down with his head on our laps.

Like any other human beings, he too wants attention and feels neglected, and that’s evident from his expressions. Sometimes, just to get our attention, when we are amongst a group of friends at home, sitting and chatting, he would get his bone, throw it in the center of the room, so that everybody can see it, and jump over it, hold it in his mouth and run towards the other room, and then turn back and check whether his efforts has been noticed.

Its been more than 3 year now, and even today, when he sees us going out, towards the door, he sees with gloomy eyes expecting us not to leave him and go! We wish we could do that, Simba!

During our childhood, we often had objects with which we must have had a bad experience and so developed a phobia for it. I remember, being scared of the music which used to play when Doordarshan channel used to begin its telecast. I used to be scared of men with long beards and moustaches. Though the phobia vanishes with passing age, but in case of Simba, he had and still is scared of balloons and umbrellas. Its funny watching him run away and hiding behind a chair or under the bed when someone gets an umbrella in front of him or starts barking when there’s a balloon flying in front of him. This is so much in him that I remember about this incident when we were out with a few friends last weekend to Carters Road in Bandra, and there was a balloon vendor who came next to where we were sitting with Simba. Suddenly he leaped and started barking madly at the balloon vendor, who got so scared that he ran away from that spot and didn’t bother to come back till the time we were there (3 odd hours).

Simba rightly understands between a trustworthy stranger and some doubtful stranger. He never scares friends or relatives who come home for the first time, no matter how scared they may be. But he does bark and scare off the newspaper vendor, the bhangarwala, some salesman who are total strangers and sometimes need to be scared by Simba.

Every evening when I come home tired after a days work, he would welcome me with enthusiasm and zeal as if he’s been terribly missing me and is the happiest person on this earth to have me back. I would ask him how his day had been and how my day was, and if any major events happened during the day he would show me…yes…believe it or not, he shows it to me. The day our cable connection happened in the new house, he stood near the TV wagging his tail, the day Aquaguard and piped gas connection was fixed up, he stood at the kitchen entrance (Entrance because he is not allowed in the kitchen, and the little boy knows that very well) and waited till I checked out. I freshen up and sit on the sofa, and without waiting for a second, he would jump up and sit besides me with his face on my lap and one hand on my hand. Just sit there, for several minutes, sometimes hours, until I move or until there’s some disturbance.

Off late, my Simba is a little sad because he misses my maid Sarita, who had been working at our house for almost a year, and she would always make extra chapattis in the morning so that Simba could have a couple of them. He would sit at the kitchen door and watch her cook and wait till she gave him to eat. I can see him confused and sad when the new maid arrives. I hope, he gets out of Sarita soon!

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