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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Just look at this adorable little monster!
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.
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