Sunday, January 20, 2013

Nightmares and Reality-Write over the Weekend-Jan18,2013


Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

Begin your story using this ‘You wake up, go to the bathroom and look at the mirror.’


6 o'clock already...
I woke up with a start...
Rather- a heart defying drum beat..
Groped in the darkness for the light switch and went into the bathroom and...
Opened my eyes...
To look at the mirror...
Aargh!
After an almost skipped heartbeat...
Oh thank god for small mercies!!
After last evenings shearing...
I fully expected to wake up bald or covered with a dirty grey ,smelly, dog hair.
And the only thing  I see are my puffed eyes,rimmed with yesterday's helping of Colossal Kajal and an unruly mop of bed head hair.
After the nightmares , normalcy is not to be taken for granted!
It all started with Romeo-no, not the Romeo created by the bard,Mr Shakespeare himself, but a shaggy haired Lhasa Apso gifted (with reverence and a lot of affection )to hubby dear by a lama from the Lachen Gompa(North Sikkim). This puppy came to us in December 2008 as tiny as the cutest white guinea pig.
Now this majestic animal has his own airs and graces...

Four years on,every spring is the time for nightmares.
Not for him, but for us the hassled owners,who have to routinely pick dog hair off their every belonging and self. Its only when dog hair begins to appear in food that f=drastic measures are sought.
The first quest...
The WHO!
This time I picked the shorter straw and was forced to comply.
The WHERE!
A corner of the garden, under the old gulmohar tree.
The HOW!
A clipper.
Now stinky dog..err Romeo had to be fed and caught...but life is never so easy...
See, the only time his eyes see light is when he is running...

























SO after the huffing and puffing and running after him...to photograph his crowning glory...
Time to get down to business.
On his back and in my grip the clippers were initiated into his hair...and sacrificed.Never to be used again.
Like wading through quicksand, hair, fingers ,clipper blades all battled together until the mighty animal growled and nicked my wrist.
One punch and a band aid later-Scissors.
And I had visions of shearing a Merino sheep...
Snip, Snip,Snip...
After two hours, the ginormous huge coat gave way to an ugly scrawny naked almost lab rat type dog!
The Undog!
The Ugly Naked Dog!
Time to wash off all the sins...mine!
Three showers later ,I emerged to partake of a  pretty picture.
The Undog,free from the burden of the winter ,in sweet child's arms.
But the nightmares of wading through the piles of matted fur and the struggle with the growling Romeo...
They lasted the whole night.
And the morning after...
Aargh!
Thank God ,I have my own hair...
I'm sure Romeo must be grate full to me...
Rid of his winters heavy coat...
All skin and bone and now ready to regrow...
All I know is that the next year ...
This nightmare has to be someone Else's...


So who are you shearing today???

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

2 comments:

Ritesh Agarwal said...

Haha, it was nice crispy language...absorbing... Kudos.
Check out my post for this contest:

http://thirstydesires.blogspot.in/2013/01/55-word-story-blood-across-my-face.html

Sweet said...

haha ritesh..is it a wonder that dogs are the focus of our blood lust ...
thanks for visiting!
cheers

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