Messi

Lionel Messi has three balls. One is a large soft toy with a different colour for each pentagon, another belongs to Ninad, whose brotherly instincts have been dug out from a hitherto unseen deep recess and have made him want to share his priceless football with Messi and the third is a yo-yo ball whose motions drive Leo crazy. A clarification is surely called for. The above mentioned Leo is a namesake of the footballer who plays at number 10. This little fellow is our 3 month old pup, a cocker spaniel. A delicious, cute, cootchie-mootchie doggy baby. Squish squish squish.

Sorry, went on an overdrive there. But it makes a point. Messi is that cute.

Having been a mother to a teen who is just months away from adulthood, the mother in me was out of practice. I must have been missing the practice I think. Subconsciously of course. I don't quite recollect wanting to actually go through sleepless nights cleaning poop and changing nappies and feeding a baby. And yet the moment our casual conversation about getting a pup ended, Ninad and I wanted the dog that instant itself. We started having tactile hallucinations of a pup following us all around and licking us on our noses and putting its paws up on our beds every morning. I even got a warning from Ninad about what he would do to me if I didn't now get the pup after promising him his moon.

Cocker spaniels are good for apartment owners. They're friendly and do not bring the house down with their barks. They can be left in a locked house for a few hours with adequate food and water supplies. And of course I had Jatin,our life manager.  I also got a promise out of Pompy that she would board and lodge Messi on my out of station forays. And now it is documented. Pompy's promise I mean.

Eff is Mrs Helm now. The 'L' has to be pronounced. I didn't know it either till I addressed her as Mrs Helm, "L" silent. She corrected me as she always does to everyone. The politically correct polite etiquette of smiling and bearing with wrong facts and wrong pronunciations is not Eff's style. I love the earnest desire she has of teaching us folks. Muah to you, Eff. 

The couple looked smashing in their wedding outfits. Andrew, handsome always, but exceptionally more so on his wedding day, as happens with most grooms who are happy to be getting the legal status. Mr Helm, is the jury out on your marriage?

And life goes on. Some people get married and some get pups. Julie got married too. The fashion these days seems to be to put couple pictures up on facebook and change the relationship status; after the wedding. No invitations before the wedding. I'm still pouting about Julie not letting me know of her wedding in person and am resisting the 'like' option in spite of loving her couple pics. She probably doesn't  know I am sullen about the matter, kindly someone reading this blog let her know.

An afterthought on rereading the blog. The balls Leo has are the ones one kicks on a football field. Messi is a male pup and will be getting the other balls too as he grows older. I thought the explanation was due just in case anyone was wanting to crack up on Messi's three balls.