In Bumpy’s words…..
I called him ‘Fuzz boy’ for his face full of fuzz. I invited Fuzz boy to stay a few days. Have to be gracious, am a Malabar hill indie after all.
Next morning, me and Fuzz boy walk to Priyadarshini Park a.k.a. PDP. That’s my home – till my main man got me. My old pals Sheru and Bijlee join me, we walk in Mum-bhai style.
Initially Fuzz boy was a bit stiff, tying himself to me. I know many here – guards, Gujju’s and grannies. Many cuddles and sniffs later Fuzz boy relaxes a bit, unchains himself. I run, play and have a blast! All my excitement unnerves him. He quickly ties himself back to me.
Finally, we sat in the dog park. A few pedigrees try their tricks, I snarl, – my home DawG! Sh** n disappear! Point taken; they leave us alone. I chill, take in the sky n sea. Fuzz boy tries to be like me, but can’t.
Humans I tell you!
Fuzz boy wants me to get back to my main man’s house. I stall, keep turning back, pull at the chain, all to make him understand. There, the cool floors great toys even the groovy food, it ain’t a patch on PDP. But then I see the anxiety on his face. I relent. We head back.
On the way, I think of my main man. I love him like no other – he took care of me like a mother. My hind leg, a human messed it up. But I still got my swag. It doesn’t make a difference to my main man. He loves me all the same. And to prove my love each day, I go back to his place.
Sometimes I turn to look down at the park, my heart goes – Adios! Until tomorrow!