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DOG
DIES !
The other day we heard the sad news that 'Action ' was no more . He
was a Labrador and belonged to my younger brother's family and we too
shared a strong bond with him. There was natural gloom in his Home; no
one had expected 'Action' to pass away so soon ; he was only ten , was active
and died of a probable kidney failure.
My brother had named him 'Action' to always remind him of the profession
that he was in ; always 'calling the shots' that of a film Director! It were
difficult times for him when he had acquired the Dog; he had no projects in
hand , his last film had not done well, however 'Action ' kept him and the
family happy, my niece would tie 'Rakhi' to him. Slowly things improved
for him and he became an established and an Award winning Director. Well
!'Action' joined 'Cloudy' at home; the she dog; a mix of Lab and our Indian
variety. Both clicked; and were soul mates; I am told that for many days
'Cloudy' kept searching for him in the house unable to comprehend the
tragedy. 'Action ' grew into a handsome dog; but 'Cloudy ' was the mistress
of the house being senior and more sensible, even though ordinary looking
.'Action' was a voracious eater and invariably ate 'Cloudy's' food too as she
was frugal in her eating habits. He was 'unruly' and often chewed shoes
and sometimes 'mobile' phones too ! Once he munched away my
'Rudraksha' mala which I had kept on the side table at night, out of the
standard 108 beads only 26 remained, the rest he had swallowed ! In order
to civilize 'Action' one day my 'Sister In- Law' called for the dog trainer,
but soon after watching his 'corporal' methods politely told him to cease
his training programme ; she was happy to have 'Action' as he was ,rather
than make him go through the torturous routine. Ironically 'Action'
belonged to an 'intelligent' family; his Father could count numbers.
My brother , his wife and daughter are genuine dog lovers and in his
initial struggling days he had brought home a 'Spitz' who had a lease tied to
him and was abandoned at night on the street , he had problem in one aft
leg and would walk with a limp. He was named 'Santana' by my brother,
after the famous lead guitarist Carlo Santana ( my brother is also a good
guitarist! ). As boys we had gone gaga over his famous song' Black magic
woman' . 'Santana' was small but courageous and would leap at the sight of
big dogs, he was of indifferent temperament too , may be because of being
ill treated as a puppy ! he had bitten at least once all my brother's friends, it
was believed among his struggling friends that 'Santana' brought luck with
his 'bite'! These days he has in his office another smart street she dog
'Saiba' who remains glued near to his chair most of the time and does not