(Sugar and Candy shall be the stars of this post. Yes, those are the names of two of my three four-legged bitches. The third one is Sindy. No, I don't have any two-legged bitches. Yes, it might have been nice to have a few of those to carry my bag and things.)
Well, Sugar and Candy had a fight over lunch yesterday. They animals at my place have a very lovely lunch of kheema and rice on most days (even when us humans have to make do with saag and daal and bhaat). Three plates are set aside for the three dogs of the house. Three identical steel plates, so that none of the three feels left out or mistreated.
But yesterday, something went wrong.
Both Sugar and Candy wanted to eat out of the same plate. I assume Candy muttered, "Bitch" under her breath. And Sugar went for her. Candy is slightly bigger than Sugar, but Her Little Tykeness was angered now. Somebody tried to move Sugar out, but she was holding fast. Finally I (got to be the hero finally) came and dragged the wounded Candy out of what was clearly a very bloody, one-sided fight.
Candy got the hero treatment despite her obvious defeat. She was made to rest on the bed with two bandaged paws and one bandaged ear. The wounded soldier look won her sympathy and attention. She even got to eat from the 'disputed' plate on Grandma's bed!!
Sugar -- the villain of the piece -- got the cold shoulder. Being the friendliest of the three bitches, she usually gets the most affection. After the bitchfight, she was getting nothing but angry looks. Pretend angry looks even, for it was difficult to remain angry at her woebegone demeanor.
Her eyes were big, watery, and apologetic. Her tail drooped as low as it possibly could. And she silently followed anybody who passed her way. She didn't even plonk herself on the sofa last evening. That dog has truly mastered the art of apologizing. Maybe she should start her own classes: Sugar's Say Sorry Seem Sorry Session!
Things are better today. Candy took off all her bandages. All on her ownsome. She's limping a little, but seems no worse for the wear. Sugar has realized that she has been forgiven, and has plonked herself on the sofa again.
And we shall all live happily ever after.
Till the next four-legged crisis occurs.
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5 comments:
I hate dog-fights.
Cats are good.Cats make much more hornier sounds than a dog during a fight!!
(oops!,did i say that out loud??)
Sugar's Say Sorry Seem Sorry Session!
.......sign me up!
and aager comment ta i'll pretend i didn't read!
S-i-C-K-O
A nice opera of feud. I despise, shudder on thought of, snake fight. One eats other starting from tail and who eats whom? Confusing. :(
Nice post. And excellent elaboration. :)
I pick dog-fights any day to cat-fights...Cats are funny creatures...Distant and proud...They get what they want and then forget all about you till perhaps the next meal...and then the purring starts again...Dogs are way better...Less complicated...
As far as your writing goes, you know I love your posts, mostly for their simplicity... Love the way you can make the most mundane things seem interesting...:-)
@ moolah
WTF!! Cats (and I don't mean women but felines)?? Cat-fights turn you on?? WTF!!
Agree with coffee: S-I-C-K-O
@ coffee
Consider yourself signed up for SSSSS. Tuition fees = 2 pieces of KFC hot and crispy (for dog and owner).
@ dreamy
Quite a cool life. Every day is an adventure. Too much excitement I tell you :D
@ ad libber
They refuse to get trained. Have tried and tried and tried and tried and tried. :(
@ dyaus
A snake fight would be quite horrid. Ughs.
Thankoo.
@ shutz
Thanks dahling :)
And yeah.. Dogs are much less complex. But cats aren't always that self-serving. Too much attitude? Aye. But can be affectionate at non-meal times as well.
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