“It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.” ~ George H. Lorimer.


This photograph is of me watching something on the TV from my recliner while my companion at home Chutki is busy watching a fly or something else equally absorbing. The observation in our home is that when she is with Manjiree and Ranjan she thinks that she is human and when she is with me, she thinks that I am a dog.

No sir, money cannot buy me the unconditional love that Chutki gives me. I just have to go out for a few minutes across the road to the grocer to get something and on my return she makes me feel like I am returning from a decade long absence. When I am fast asleep, she will come to ensure that I am still at home and in the process waking me up for some goodnight words for her. It will be difficult if I lose her.


My family are dog people. From the age of about eleven I have had dogs at home, the most memorable one being, arguably the first to be imported into India, Doberman Pinscher Kaiser with an official name of Dee’s Black Escort. His descendants are still part of the Chennai Police Dog Squad. He was not a dog. He was human.  He was trained to be so my brother Barath who in turn was trained by Kaiser to be a dog. To the left of this paragraph, you will see Kaiser then with my father on a newly opened bridge while the whole family was going to a wedding at out village. Circa 1956.

In my immediate family, ie Urmeela, me and Ranjan, we have had dogs on and off at various places but due to our constantly moving around, none lasted very long. But keeping a dog for a pet at home was very much the in thing as Urmeela also had grown up with dogs in her childhood. I have written other posts about some dogs in our lives and two of them feature here. I even started a blog for Chutki inspired by Kaitlin,  but somehow cannot find the energy to write in that blog.  I shall try and do so again soon.

Pets become so much a part of the family that it is difficult to treat them as anything but. There is always the concern that they be given the top most priority in all activities at home.  Which makes me agree with George Carlin – “Dogs lead a nice life. You never see a dog with a wristwatch.”  The others at home do.

Today’s topic for the weekly Friday LBC post was suggested by me.  As you have seen, it is vested interest.  You can see what the other two participants, Shackman and Pravin have to say in their respective blogs.


25 thoughts on “Pets.”

  1. you already know how i love dogs sean.
    and to see you there with beloved little chutki is a real treat.
    in my book there is nothing to compare with the love of a dog.
    it’s what i call perfect love. (yes! even the rascally ones!)
    my zeke stays in my heart to this day.
    i’ve had dogs all my life. now i have them through friends. both near and far.
    even as far away as india!
    sending loving affection to you both.
    tammy j recently bun inny wun?

  2. What a lovely post. And a fantastic photo. Thank you for sharing. They just mean so much, don’t they. I love that George Carlin quote.

  3. I am not a dog-person at all…I have a fear of them, especially when some tenants in a house behind me, thought it was best to have them roaming – and I was bailed up a number of times in my own house. They finally moved on, the tenants (at the time saying it was my complaints to dog-rangers…) actually I only complained once, and then I just asked them to tie up their dog/s. I found out later, they moved in a hurry because of non-payment of rent…nasty people they were, and it was reflected through to their dogs and their respect for neighbours…

    I think I would be happy with a fish in a tank…but I have had over the years lots of cats, just as much trouble as troublesome dogs 🙂

    1. As children, at the same time as we had Kaiser at home, we also had a huge aquarium at home and I can tell you, that maintaining that is an extremely difficult and time consuming job. Watching the fish swim however is a relaxing experience.

  4. I dont have a pet and had one with for 2-3 days about 23 years back. It’s name was Snoopy, a 7 day old pup. It kept on crying whole night everyday. My mom cared for it like a mother and we had to return it back to his mother because we couldn’t bear his pain of staying away from its parents.

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