I love Messi. Period. He is my dog. You guys know that awready.
Messi gets excited and barks when he sees the kids of our building playing ball on the enclosed grounds. There is a way he yelps when he wants to play with the kids. The doggy loves footballs as much as he loves to play.
He runs back and forth from the balcony grill which is his window to the outside world, comes whimpering to mama, tells her how much he wants to play and begs her to take him to the kids. Mama can't do that. The kids love him, but get petrified when he barks, as that is the only way he knows to say hello, and get terrified when he puts up his front paws on their chests, as he wants them to know he is their friend.
Feeling helpless, Mama tells him to play with Ninad's football, which is quite a ruin by now, but still intact unlike the other smaller balls which are either flattened or eaten.
Ninad obviously adores Messi. Messi loves us both, perhaps equally, but he has a way of squeezing in between us if he thinks we are too close together. He's a possessive guy.
Ever since he came, facebook became interesting. Plenty of kootchie-pootchie dog videos are posted by lovelorn dog owners. There are these lovely large, kind, dog breeds who little human babies sleep on. Ninad and I agree that perhaps our Messi would not be so kind. It does seem like he wants to be the only baby around.
Messi's family includes Jatin, Sunita and the Dhobi. He knows when the elevator carries anyone of the five of us, out of the million times that it transports humans, and at exact those times he sits at the front door with his nose stuck to the door's edge. All of us get quite worried if a furry pooch doesn't claw us and wet us at our entry.
If there is no God for thee
Then there is no God for me.
Anna Hempstead Branch
Messi doesn't like wearing boots. He walks funnily in them. The last time I took him for a walk with his shoes on, (which also was the first time, by the way), I was controlling a dog on a leash with one hand and picking boots with the other.
Ninad obviously adores Messi. Messi loves us both, perhaps equally, but he has a way of squeezing in between us if he thinks we are too close together. He's a possessive guy. Ever since he came, facebook became interesting. Plenty of kootchie-pootchie dog videos are posted by lovelorn dog owners. There are these lovely large, kind, dog breeds who little human babies sleep on. Ninad and I agree that perhaps our Messi would not be so kind. It does seem like he wants to be the only baby around.
Messi's family includes Jatin, Sunita and the Dhobi. He knows when the elevator carries anyone of the five of us, out of the million times that it transports humans, and at exact those times he sits at the front door with his nose stuck to the door's edge. All of us get quite worried if a furry pooch doesn't claw us and wet us at our entry.
If there is no God for thee
Then there is no God for me.
Anna Hempstead Branch
Messi doesn't like wearing boots. He walks funnily in them. The last time I took him for a walk with his shoes on, (which also was the first time, by the way), I was controlling a dog on a leash with one hand and picking boots with the other.
The first was shed and picked from inside the campus of our building.
The second was a little riskily undone in the middle of the road we were crossing.
The third, I thought was lost for good, but I walked up and down the dark unlighted road three times, scanning it every time headlights of a passing car made the road visible.
The second was a little riskily undone in the middle of the road we were crossing.
The third, I thought was lost for good, but I walked up and down the dark unlighted road three times, scanning it every time headlights of a passing car made the road visible.
A desi dog, type A male, was the Lord of those sidewalks. His human, a lady running the tea shop on the footpath, growled at me telling me that her dog was as alpha as mine (they did size each other up and bark quite nastily all the time that they were visible to each other) and did I want them to tear each other up?
I explained meekly that I was looking for one of Messi's shoes and could she please keep it if she found it? She looked at me ('condescendingly' would be the correct word to describe her look) and said her shop would remain closed in the morrow.
Another car came and my scanners were on the road once again. Quite tenacious, as someone described yours truly in the recent past. And I could see that third shoe this time. I picked it up and thanked the wise Lady for her time.
I explained meekly that I was looking for one of Messi's shoes and could she please keep it if she found it? She looked at me ('condescendingly' would be the correct word to describe her look) and said her shop would remain closed in the morrow.
Another car came and my scanners were on the road once again. Quite tenacious, as someone described yours truly in the recent past. And I could see that third shoe this time. I picked it up and thanked the wise Lady for her time.
I picked the fourth shoe from the pile of sand which Messi generously watered
The shoes went into the machine with a good amount of detergent and then into their storage box. Where they remain undisturbed as of now. Perhaps I can make stylish pots out of them for my miniature garden plants. Or something more creative may occur to me if I send a wish out to the Universe.
