NaPoWriMo Day 20: Kennings on my dog

Prompt: Today’s prompt encourages us to write a kennings poem. A Kenning is a two word phrase describing an object often using a metaphor. A Kennings poem is a riddle made up of several lines of kennings to describe something or someone. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. 


Sound-sleeper
Trouble-maker
Sloppy-kisser
Happiness-inducer
Cat-chaser
Belly-scratch-lover
Tail-wagger
Massage-wanter
Loud-barker
Neighbor-annoyer
Water-hater
Lizard-scarer
Grass-eater
Carpet-digger
Bed-jumper
Socks-stealer
Heart-melter

My adorable sausage-dog


I wrote my Kennings on my dachshund – Trusty. I have previously written a post dedicated to My Squishy.

I will also attach a photo for your reference because how can I not take this opportunity to show everyone what a handsome young boy he is? 😀

A Soft Spot for Hitler?

Hitler has done some awful things for which he does not deserve forgiveness. I was, like every other child, repulsed by the destruction he caused and the lives he had taken. And then I came across this :

“Hitler created laws against animal cruelty”

So I started reading about him. Turns out he loved animals. He was extremely fond of dogs, especially his German Shepherd named Blondi. They seemed inseparable. He adored Blondi and her five puppies.

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Look at him
Hitler and Blondie
Just look

Okay. So he loved animals, but did not care about human casualties to achieve what he wanted; to do what he thought was right.

I’m in a bit of spot here. That sounds like me. You know the old “I don’t care who dies in a movie as long as the dog lives“. I shed no tears when people die. Because they have to. In fact, I love murder mysteries.

And it doesn’t end here. He suffered from Ailurophobia, the fear of cats. All right, so I don’t have a phobia. But cats scare me. Kittens don’t. But cats, they look evil. Whenever I’m passing by a cat, it looks at me like it will scratch my eyes out if I take a step closer to it. They don’t wag their tails and tell me they’re happy to see me. They just sit there and stare. Menacingly.

What does that mean? Am I Hitler?

But well, he poisoned his dog in the end, so I guess not. Peace.

There’s a New Puppy in Town!

If you know me at all, you know that I absolutely adore dogs. If you don’t know me, well, now you’re a step closer.

My college campus is filled with dogs. I have named a few of whom I meet regularly. Some of my friends aren’t very happy with my dog-naming skills and I have been advised to never a publish a book on dog names.

Last year, there were 2 puppies in front of my hostel block – Jerry and Lily. During our vacation, Lily was spayed, but Jerry probably ran away, because when we came back, she was heavily pregnant. She’s only a year old!

She had one puppy around a month ago. I only found out a week back after I noticed that Jerry no longer looked pregnant and followed her to where the puppy was. As soon as I saw him, I wanted to name him Milo. I don’t know why, he just felt like a Milo. I was so excited! A new puppy in town. I could smell the puppy every day now. Ah! I just love the way puppies smell. So heavenly! I played with him so much that day. I fell in love.

Oh hello, human.
Oh hello, human.

I spammed my Instagram with his pictures. And I told everyone I could. I didn’t want to leave him. If I could, I would have stayed there with him, cuddling and kissing.

*Wink Wink*
*Wink Wink*

2 days ago, I came back after my classes, all excited to meet Milo. And when he rolled over, I realized Milo was a girl (Oops!). But she was so tiny! It was really hard to tell! So obviously, she needed a new name. And so I finally gave in to my friend and named her Oreo. (She really should have been Milo, if you ask me. Does it matter if it’s a boy’s name?)

Jerry has been a very doting mother. She never lets Oreo out of her sight. Every time someone comes to play with Oreo, she smells them over, making sure they’re all right for her little baby.

"Who goes there?"
“Stay behind me. I’ll keep you safe.”

Oreo has started teething now, and she keeps chewing everything in sight. She loves my shoe laces a lot. Thankfully she hasn’t done much damage yet, but I think I’m going to have to buy new laces soon. For some reason, she also loves chewing my hair. My dog had never done that. But my dog doesn’t even know how to lick people. He just rubs his teeth everywhere. Since I consider my dog abnormal, I’m assuming puppies chew hair all the time. Of course I don’t let her do it a lot because I’m too lazy to wash my hair every day.

"Mmmm. Yummy slippers. Thanks!"
“Mmmm. Yummy slippers. Thanks!”

And she’s a tiny, hyperactive baby. She scares people all the time by coming out of nowhere and jumping on their feet, because that’s just as far as she can reach right now. She just wants to eat things. Shoes, jeans, slippers, feet – anything. I think even Jerry’s getting tired of her now. Just yesterday Oreo was jumping all around Jerry.

"Stop it right now! STOP!"
“Stop it right now! STOP!”

Just look at this adorable little monster!

"Aar! Le me go! Aar Aar!"
“Aar! Le me go! Aar Aar!”

I don’t know where she gets so much energy from. She’s jumping all the time. And she loves all the attention she gets from us. She just laps it all up, basking in the glory.

But well, a puppy has got to sleep.

*plop*
*plop*

My Squishy

I love my dog. He’s my absolute favourite in the whole wide world. Don’t give me those looks. Yes, I love my dog more than any person I’ve had the pleasure (or not) to meet. My amazing parents brought him home on my 15th birthday. It was a surprise out of nowhere. After 15 years of begging and pleading for a dog, I had made peace with the show pieces and stuffed toys I received instead. And now suddenly, there he was at 6 weeks, sleeping in a tiny basket they took from my doll, at my door.

My first reaction was to not believe what I saw. I just stood there with a  poker face – Is this what I have been reduced to now? Hallucinating about puppies? But my sister’s excited screams soon brought me back to my senses. It was no dream!

My second reaction was heartache. They brought him here for me to play with and they’ll take him back tomorrow. How can they be so cruel? I refused to believe that my parents, who had shrugged off my pleas for 15 years had finally brought home a dog. Permanently. And even after they reassured me that he’s mine, I refused to accept it till I saw him sniffing around the house the next morning. He’s still here! I have a dog!

My joy that day was immeasurable. I would have put Pharrell Williams to shame.  I had a dog now. I had a dog to love, and to spoil. After the tiring think-of-an-adorable-name day, we decided to call him Trusty. After that, when I wasn’t at school, I was with him. I couldn’t get enough of his adorable puppy-scent. I just wanted to keep smelling him all day. But that didn’t go down too well with people around me who thought I was slowly sliding into canine obsession. Of course I wasn’t. Sliding into? I was born with it.

Trusty slowly started going from sleeping all day to chewing everything in sight. Bedsheets, socks, toys, slippers, towels, tables; everything he could fit his tiny mouth round were fair game. I still remember him, learning how walk on tiles without slipping (he never really mastered that. He still slips and slides on tiles in our home and it’s absolutely adorable), learning not to pee on people’s laps, his first tug-of-war, and his first bark. I’m sure people who’ve seen their dogs grow up will understand. Hearing your pup bark for the first time in that cute, puppy voice is more pleasing than a baby’s first words. I was in love and I knew I never wanted to spend a day apart from my darling dog.

After months of loss to our precious bed covers and the legs of my friends being treated as scrumptious chew toys, Trusty grew up to become the dog we adore. His snout grew much longer, his back grew long, making us doubt if our little monster could keep his balance for long. But he did. He supported his awkwardly long body on his terribly tiny feet and somehow managed to do it with grace. My little baby grew up to be a handsome attention-seeking hunk.

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The first time we left him alone at home, I came back to see my books sprawled on the floor. One book was at a little distance from the others. When I walked up to it, I saw its gleaming wet pages. That was my dog’s revenge. How that little dog was capable of such monstrosity was beyond me. I could almost hear him think Let’s see you leave me alone next time, shall we? But we did, and he learned to cope with that by jumping onto our beds and rolling all around them while we were away.

True to his not-afraid-of-anything Dachshund nature, he became friends with a Great Dane. He didn’t think twice about his size before jumping up and chewing the Dane’s ears and stealing his squeaky toy. But I’ll be forever grateful to the gentle giant for not snapping the neck of his new, over-zealous friend who tried to take over his bed. Image066It has been 6 years since I first saw him on my birthday, comfortable in that tiny basket which would not even hold his head now. In these 6 years, college has taught me to be away from him. And he has accepted the fact that I’ll always come back to spoil him.

He has no worries, no anxiousness of the future. My dog taught me to wake up every morning with a stretch and face every day with anticipation of joy (unfortunately I don’t have a tail to depict my joy at waking up). He taught me it’s okay to express your love, and sometimes your anger. He taught me to wear my heart on my sleeve and never let anything hold me down for long. After all, life is too short to waste not chasing flies and eating every meal like you’ve been starving for 5 years. Yes, he’s all grown up now. But to me, he’ll always be my squishy.

Dog’s Own Hell

Man has decided he doesn’t need a best friend any more, and definitely not one of those furry little good-for-nothing creatures who just run around barking and yapping all day. Of course, it’s okay if you buy/adopt a good, playful dog, teach him to be obedient and stay quiet and follow your orders. But those filthy mud-covered strays? They listen to no-one. They are all extremely aggressive and will attack you first chance they get. IMG-20140824-WA0002 IMG-20141219-WA0018 Who in their right minds would ever want to go near them? IMG-20140409-WA0012 Jpeg So it’s a good thing that ‘God’s own Country‘ is turning into ‘Dogs’ own Hell‘, right? The Chief Minister of Kerala, O. Chandy, has given orders for dog culling despite strong oppositions.

Culling is the act of reducing population by selective slaughter.

See, that doesn’t sound inhumane at all. So what is this selection going to be based on? Aggressiveness. Stray dogs are being captured, spayed and neutered, but those conceived to be ‘dangerous’ are to be euthanized. Now according to the law, only incurably ill and mortally wounded dogs as diagnosed by a qualified veterinarian can be euthanized. If a dog is found to have rabies, he must be allowed to die a natural death in isolation.  But when you’re the Chief Minister, why do you have to care about what the law says? CKMLafaUkAEkjT9 Inhumane-Culling-Shopping-list-1.1 Why was this harsh step taken? According to Chandy, the dog menace had spiralled out of control, with 40,000 reported dog bites in 2015. However, according to CNN,

Dr. Manilal Valliyate, director of veterinary affairs for PETA India, said that many of the alarming figures on dog bites circulated by the Indian media should be taken with a pinch of salt. ‘Even if it’s a snake, dog or cat bite, everything is put into one; (they’re) not categorized if it’s a stray or domesticated animal, or with rabies or not’.

Is culling a good idea? For the sake of a ‘reasonable’ explanation, let’s leave morality out of this. Let’s say that human lives are definitely far more important than dangerous animals who must be put down to save our kind, no matter the moral implications. Will culling work now? It has been tried in different countries before, but it DOES NOT work. The reason? Dogs, who are descendants of wolves, are territorial animals. When one dog vacates his territory, other canines rush in to occupy his place. So unless you plan on eradicating the entire stray dog population, this won’t help you get rid of them. The only proven method to help in this situation is vaccination and birth control. Is Kerala the first city to face this menace? No. Kerala is definitely not the first city in India to face this perceived dog threat. Jaipur adopted the Animal Birth Control model, and by December 2002, the incidence of rabies had fallen to zero. Unlike India’s most literate city, they did not approve mass killing of dogs. Reports from Kerala The government is saying that unreasonable killing will not take place and only dangerous dogs will be put to sleep. But this is not the first time Kerala has resorted to killing dogs. According to reports, dogs in Kerala are killed using inhumane methods like poisoning and being beaten to death in the name of tourism. From the various oppositions, Chandy’s obstinacy definitely is not going to work for a better Kerala.