Photos of Teffy - I

Teffy in a cow-boy mood.


Different postures while Teffy is in deep sleep.

Doggie and me,

My doggie is the cutest of all. He is loving .

How Google sensed that?

Just two days back I posted first article titled How to have a well mannered master. Those of you who read that article might be knowing that I used the words daily release. Today I noticed Google Ads next to my article. Some of them like:

Potty training in 3 days

Dog Potty Training

I guess, how Google sensed that? It is true, I meant the same thing.

How to have a well-mannered master ...

Oops, did I say something wrong. Not certainly. I remember when we were planning to bring a pet. My sister, Rashi, was very eager and my parents were not interested much. They knew it would bring trouble later and also it will be a bondage as we can’t go anywhere leaving that pet. But as Rashi desired, the day finally came. We had shifted to a new government house which was allotted to my father in the year 1998. It was a big house with enough space in front and on sides. It’s an ideal house any pet would love to live.

It was a typical evening of 11 September 1998, when a man knocked our front gate. A police constable, given to my father from his department for household tasks, went to see. The constable returned and looked flabbergasted. He said a man is there with a pup. Incredulously, mom gazed at the door step as Rashi jumped from her seat and lunged for that open bag, the man was carrying. The constable helped and handed her a pup from the bag. At first sight I thought it’s a rabbit. The pup was only 11 days old. I felt very sad how that man is carrying that little pup in that bag. It enraged me. Looking at the poor pup, I finally decided to keep that pup.

In the evening dad returned from office. We did not inform him and kept it secret at the same time seeking for the right opportunity to bring the pup to limelight. The pup arrived in the year 1998, but I remember, Rashi and I started thinking of a good name for the pup even a year before. I suggested Rashi to start from ‘A’ like [A]effy, [B]effy and so on. As Rashi started pronouncing and reached ‘T’, I stopped. I asked, how’s that. [T]effy. She nodded in favor. And so our pup name was decided as Teffy, whenever it would arrive.

In the evening, when dad was resting on a divan, Rashi picked Teffy from his carton box and brought in front of dad. Dad looked wearily. Initially he became angry but later, when we insisted he laid quietly on the divan, not caring enough. After getting silent permission from our dad, I immediately created two windows in Teffy’s new home, the carton box. As my room was safe from cats and other things, we decided to keep the box in my room. In the night, I used to keep that box beside me so that I can watch Teffy’s slightest movement and noise. In late nights, I could see Rashi entering my room and bringing milk in a small cup for Teffy. It was a hectic routine for Rashi and me, as Teffy was only days old. We decided to go to college in shifts so that one among us is always available at Teffy’s service.

As Teffy grew up, one day I went to a book store to buy a book on dog training. I saw one titled, “How to have a well-mannered dog”. I bought that book and started learning techniques on how to train a dog. Lessons continued in a poor fashion as they were not applicable to Teffy. Teffy simply ignored my training and lived his own way of life. One of the lesson was to give a ball to the pet and ask him to bring that ball back. I tried this technique next day. In the evening, I brought Teffy in the lawn with a ball in my hand. I stood on one corner and Teffy was on another corner. I threw the ball on one side and called Teffy so as to draw his attention. At first he did not respond. But after some more calls, he chased the ball and ran inside the house. I tried this technique for many days, following each instruction given in that book, but it simply did not work. Teffy had and has his own rules. He defined his own way of living. I tried other techniques given in that book, but failed. Teffy lives like a boss and he has his own set of rules which he wants us to follow. We cannot enter the room in which he is sleeping, else it is disastrous. We cannot force him to come down from the car, till we have given him a ride. Since 1998, no servant is left to whom Teffy has not given a dose. Only the drivers who took him for a ride escaped unhurt. Whenever we took Teffy for vaccination, each time the veterinary doctor was attacked. It is a hard time to control Teffy when he is near a doctor. But somehow, we managed to keep him timely vaccinated.

One poor habit of Teffy is giving a sudden kiss on the mouth of a person sitting nearby. I cannot say it a kiss as he inserts his nose onto the lips of the person. We tried many techniques to change this habit but each time whenever Teffy finds an opportunity, he never misses it. In the morning and in the evening we take Teffy for a walk so that he can lighten himself. But it is also a cumbersome daily routine. Teffy finds it very difficult to find a proper place for releasing. Sometimes we need to take him quite far enough to get a place of his choice. After finding one, he circles around many times as if he is honored to bestow this daily release to this planet.

Teffy, you just changed the title of the book from “How to have a well-mannered dog” to “HOW TO HAVE A WELL-MANNERED MASTER”. Teffy, as you arrived on 11^th September 1998, I would say you are a 9/11 dog.