Billybuc's writing challenge-The Door to Nowhere-A dog's perspective
The Door to Nowhere
I have been thinking about what to write in response to this challenge and after a lot of thinking, I finally decided to write a dog's point of view on life and things that happen around him.
My home, my world. My parents, my life......... A dog's perceptive.
Was it really only yesterday? When mom and dad found me, half-alive, lying on the roadside. They got me home and looked after me. Now I am here, two-year-old dog, healthy and shiny as ever. I have the best parents in the world. Sometimes I cannot understand why we are so different. They can talk aloud, unlike me, as whenever I want to say anything, I end saying ‘woo-woo’. Mom calls it barking. I love the way they can walk with two legs, but I have four, and am called four-legged animal. And they are called human beings.
When I was small and trying to understand the world around me, there were times when everything went over my head. However, slowly- slowly I started to understand what mom and dad wanted from me. In the first few weeks, I struggled hard to understand any of it. The only thing that made me excited was that white fluid what they called as ‘milk’. I used to have it all but after few minutes something different used to happen. It was called peeing. My mom had to struggle a lot teaching me the basics. She took me to the bathroom and made sounds but I could not understand until one day when it happened. And from that day onward, I became a good boy.
I learned how to eat right from the beginning. Licking was something that was inherited trait. For me everything that smelled different was a thing to eat. Mom made delicious meals for me but there were times when I did not like the food at all and was forced to eat. Mom pushed it into my mouth and I had to swallow. I so hate it but love it when mom and dad feed me.
When I was teething, everything around me felt so delicious but sadly, I don’t know why mom got angry and scolded me. Later, I realized that the things that I chew where her footwear’s. Ouch! Still I crave for those leather stuffs and whenever I find the right opportunity, I sometimes sneak out to my hiding place, which is backside of the sofa. He he he...... Sorry Mom....
Mom and dad get many stuffs for me to chew but still I find other things much more tastier than those meat smelling bones. Every day, I am the first one to finish with my meals and then my parents have theirs. I find it so fascinating the way mom and dad have their food. There plate is filled with food items that taste different. (I know you might be wondering how I know? Well, once or twice I have tasted it from there plate out of curiosity). They first take a small portion of their chapatti then touch it with the other items on the plate and finally into the mouth. The continuous process of eating seems so cool to me that I cannot stop staring. But there is something about this whole thing that is so weird that in the end I get a good scolding from dad and he commands me to rush to my bed. Sad you know. :(
The worst is yet to come. The first time when my parents took me there, the place was filled with other dogs and smelled awful. Then they placed me on a cold, metal table and stood beside me. I saw a man who was talking to me and preparing for something. That something was an injection. Until then I had no idea what it would do to me but as soon as it pricked my skin, I shrieked in pain. After that day, I could smell that place from quite far and prepared myself from being tortured by that person. I hate that place and that man whom we call 'vet'.
The best part of the day is when my parents take me out. We have a lot of fun and play with each other. In my childhood, I found it very strange and was scared of all the noises that came. Now, I am not afraid of anything because I know my parents are with me. I see other dogs without their parents and get angry when they try to come closer to my parents because they are only mine. Huh! Bad dogs.
Taking bath is a big no for me. I do not smell and look shinny all the time, still dad always make me do it. I stand there, speechless and shivering. Hate it!
There is something that my parents are fond off and I do not like it at all. It is bright, rectangle shaped. I have tried a lot to understand it but every time I fail miserably but they keep on staring at that and call it ‘television’. I call it idiot box.
Then there are these hues. I have heard mother talking about red, pink, green and lot of other colours. However, for me the world is yellow, blue and grey. I like it like this and wonder how my parents manage with so many colour distractions.
When I was small, my parents used to take me in there lap and rubbed my head. It still is the best thing in the world. My father does that for me every day and I sleep in his lap. He is the best in the world and my master for whom I can do anything and everything. His word is my command. He is only mine.
Everything about my house is so beautiful. It is gorgeous and spacious. I have enough space to sit and play with my parents. There are times when my parents leave me with other family members and return after few hours or even days. When they do that, I don’t like anything around. Not even food or furniture excites me. I only wonder that why they did not take me along. Did I do anything wrong that they left me. They go out from that door. That door which often is the way to outer world but for me, this is my world. And in that case any and every door is ‘the door to nowhere' for me.
“I can’t believe that you know so much about everything around us. I am sure you will be my teacher and promise; I will never tease you for anything. But from tomorrow. ”, Alex winked and grabbed my tail. Oh! I forgot to introduce Alex. Alex is the latest addition to our family and has become everyone’s favourite. I do not like him much but family is family.
Did I introduce myself? I am Tuffy, a proud dog of super lovely parents, that is what I call them.