From when I was about 12 years ago, I have had dogs as pets at home. Barring some very unsettled years, we have always had a dog at home. There was also a brief period when I took in a grown up cat whose humans went back to their home overseas.

The cat experience was vastly different to the experiences that I have had with dogs and since that one time, I have not had the pleasure of being the human for a pet cat. I can tolerate them as pets of others, but for me, no thank you.

I have had many varieties of dogs as pets in my life and the most endearing relationship that I ever had was with a rescued doberman pinscher who came to us as a one year old lasted for many years with my parents. I was not around when Kaiser, that was his name died, but he continues to be a legend in my family. The least troublesome have been either crossbreeds or native Indian breeds and my current companion Chutki is a native Indian who is very much part of our household.

Chutki 1

My son Ranjan and daughter in law Manjiree are both deeply involved in animal welfare activities in our town and Chutki came to us as a rescued pup with both her hind legs broken in a hit and run accident. Manjiree and Ranjan then nursed her back to health and since then she has been part of our family and how! I can simply not imagine our home without her.

Since two residents at home are so involved in animal welfare activities, it should not surprise you that our home often turns into a halfway home for rescued dogs and recently one cat as well. I don’t actively get involved in the caregiving activities, but I suppose that my benign presence helps.

A problem that usually arises when more than one person is involved in a house welcoming a pet is the  naming of the pet.  I have written about one such problem here and you may just find it hilarious enough to have a good laugh.

And that dear readers is my contribution to the weekly Friday LBC blog posts. I had suggested the topic for this week during a moment of particular weakness with two dogs at home and life being rather hectic. I hope that you will go over and read Lin and Shackman who are sure to write too.

Foster Home.

My daughter in law Manjiree and her two sisters are great animal welfare activists and their homes are proof that they are. In our home we have Chutki, rescued as a pup, a victim of a hit and run accident with both her hind legs fractured who was nursed to health and normalcy by Manjiree. She was originally found and brought to us by Anjali, one of the sisters who you will get to meet later in this blog post.

In Manjiree’s maternal home there are two rescued dogs being brought up by her parents. The other sister Vandana has a home full of rescued dogs and she keeps fostering as well.

The latest in these rescue stories is a Great Dane that the girls have named as Jordan. He was found abandoned and ill about to die. Manjiree with the help of Blue Cross arranged for him to be taken from the roadside and cared for and when the Blue Cross facilities could not manage him, he was shifted to some other activist’s place to be cared for. Since that activist has other commitments, Manjiree has brought Jordan home to care for for a few days.

These are two photographs of Jordan being brought down from an upstairs flat where he was being cared for before he was brought to our place and one with him and Chutki in our home along with Anjali.


Jordan and Chutki

As I write this, it has been two nights since Jordan came home and he has slowly gained enough confidence that he will not be abused and moves freely around. Chutki on the other hand is irritated that she has competition for attention but so far no major scraps have taken place. It is a fine balancing act that all of us are having to perform to keep her in good humour!