That was one of the days where my eccentricity, my altar personality takes over my common sense. But the problem is, it’s the one which occupies my body most of the time and my Sagittarian Sun always pours alcohol to this already ‘high’ personality. I have a German Shepherd dog (the 8th one in my dog side of the family), she is now 7 years old and her name is REENA, christened by my mom. Reena has a very bitchy attitude, never listens to me and knows when to bark (she barks only when I am in a serious conversation over phone with you know who ;-)) to irritate me. We always had an attitude problem, so I just love irritating her whenever I get a chance by showing affection towards my other dogs, which she hates to the core (Possessiveness you see).
So one day I was back home from Chennai and it was dinner time, she was in her leash and taking rest as usual I started a conversation with her, calling her with names and she responded me with her fierce barks, the point is she understands my language whereas I am not that good with her language. So, I didn’t know what are the bad words she was using on me.
I am like Joey from Friends, I never like someone eating my food from my plate nor sharing it with someone. This habit of not sharing my food was my inherent quality right from my birth. I am told that once at the age of on or about 3, my mom had served me Masal Vadai in a plate. It seems she took one vadai from my plate and ate, that’s it: the end of peace treaty with my mom and historians mark it as the day when the World War III almost started. With a deadly fury in my eyes, I have stared at her and have shouted, “கக்கு மா ஆ ஆ ஆ ஆ ஆ ஆ” (“Spit it mom”) and she was in a very delicate position as she had swallowed it before I asked her to spit and I was not ready to accept another Vadai in its place and was insisting that I want that same Vadai, my precious Vadai from my plate. My grandma had asked her to try vomiting the Vadai out to calm me down but it didn’t work, so they did some gimmicks and somehow showed as if she spit the Vadai before my eyes (see how deprived I was in my childhood, my whole family conspired against me in deceiving me and cheated me of my Vadai from my plate). The day I knew this story I wanted to revenge my mom and one fine day when she served masal vadai at home, I took one from her plate. TIT FOR TAT hmph...
Coming back to Reena, yeah I thought she would have inherited (by seeing though not by birth) my character of taking offense if someone takes her food, so I showed her, her Pedigree packet (and she knows her packet very well, she barks whenever we take the packet- I should admit she is intelligent) and told her, “Listen I am going to eat your Pedigree, what can you do?”. She just gave me a cool look and ignored me, I felt so insulted I thought she thinks I will not eat her Pedigree, I just wanted to prove her a point that I can do whatever she does, so took a handful of Pedigree and put it in my mouth and ate it with loud CRUNCH and MUNCH (“கரக் மொருக்”) and saw her face, but that freak was having the same expression in her face and I think I saw a nasty glee in her face and I felt like an ass eating the dog food just to irritate her…
P.S: By the way Pedigree was not so bad and I occasionally munched it whenever I served her food after this day…
