Happiness is a Warm Puppy

Please list the number of members in your family?

Stage I- My dad, my mum, an elder brother and Tommy.

Stage II- Well, My husband, a son, a daughter and Phantom.

Stage III- Family? I have a wonderful family. They love me and just wish to be loved in return. I am now old but not alone. Simba, is a golden retriever, Liza is her kitty companion and we have 2 horses in the stable. Oh! And did I just mention that I have the most wonderful family!

Why do you love your pet? Because it’s so faithful, loves you unconditionally, does not want anything in return, jumps with joy at your slightest sound or appearance? Sigh! I wish you weren’t so selfish. I wish you loved it not because of what it does for you, but for what IT IS TO YOU. James Herriot, very aptly, states the difference,

If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.

Pets can be the most beautiful of blessings in one’s life. These undemanding, selfless creatures remind us of how God wanted mankind to function. With the same love, beauty and devotion, that the gentler beings shower upon us humans. It’s not surprising to see how these astonishingly human yet speech deprived animals can make a place in your life that many friends and acquaintances have failed to acquire even after years of association. And those few who did, failed you miserably. But not your four legged best friend, we’re convinced.

The lame “love your pet day” celebrated on the 20th of February every year is ridiculous in its own way. Who celebrates their pet just for a day? And does this give you the liberty to be a complete douche for the remaining 364? Nope. Embrace your turtle, goldfish, hamster, guinea pig, cat, parrot, dog or anything that cannot be categorized as a homo sapien and let them know that you love them just as much as they adore you (you CANNOT admire them more, for we’ve had some experience with typical human nature and there’s no chance you can ever beat them in the compassionate department).

What is truly intriguing is the bond that is formed between the master (we detest the term, for if we were to make a fair judgement and proclaim someone to be “the master”, hands down, it’s the pets that would’ve won) and his tender affectionate friend (don’t read animal, sarcasm intended) with such warmth and fondness that reminds us of how there’s still some good left in the world, that humanity hasn’t fled the planet and taken refuge somewhere else and that puppy love (we literally mean only business here) is what will brighten up your day.

Milan Kundera’s epic words have been etched in my memory since I first read them. He writes

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring-it was peace.

And of course, Carrie Underwood speaks aloud what most of us have thought,

The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.