June- the Four Day Wonder #FridayReflections
“Let’s call her June”
And that was it. It seemed the perfect name for the newest addition to our family.
June came into our lives in June ( obviously!) A sad eyed Beagle Hound with brown and black patches.
Year after year, Anna Shetty whined, pestered, cajoled and begged. Every Christmas, birthday and Diwali. She wanted a little dog .
So this was totally unexpected . A present in June ?
The shock and joy on her face was a sight to see!
It’s been almost 20 years now when June came into our lives. It was partly impulse, partly guilt, partly indulgence but mainly foolishness that spurred me to make the trek to Goregaon get home a Beagle Hound.
She was from a pure bred strain and was simply adorable and completely irresistible. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I carried her in my lap on the way home.
I was sure everyone would fall in love with her .
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
For a household that had dogs for the better part of their lives, I expected a warmer reception at home. Especially from the grandparents who at one time had 6 dogs at home. But strangely, there was a cold, silence and a stiff resistance to allow the little pup worm her way into our hearts.
Within hours of her arrival, we noticed puddles of pee all over the house and soon tired of the clean-up procedure. Gradually, we found evidence of her itchy jaws: the beautifully carved leg of our original Jacobean dining chair was roughly gnawed, threads began hanging from the upholstered sofa and shreds of newspaper were strewn on the carpet.
From time to time she’d yap enthusiastically, trying to draw us into her puppy games.
While daytime was exhausting because we had to take her down every hour or so, nighttime’s were more so. June , perversely refused to acknowledge Anna Shetty as her mistress, preferring to adopt her elder sister .That was purely bad judgement on June’s part because Daughter No.1 hated animals. Especially one that cuddled up to you and covered your face with warm, slurpy, licks. One who nibbled on your pyjamas to get you to play in the middle of the night.
For four days granny watched this drama unfold . Then unbeknownst to us all, displaying an efficiency that none of us had ever seen before, she made a furtive phone call and by the time Anna Shetty returned from school, June was gone from our lives – blanket , bowl and all.
“She was wild !” Granny claimed justifying her act of stealth. “Beagle Hounds are wild. They can never be tamed.”
Was she really?
I don’t know and probably never will.
Anna Shetty was shattered. The shock and despair on her face is a sight I can never forget.
” I knew she won’t last longer than four days in your house,” pronounced my friend D when I told her that the dog had gone.
She was a summer storm- wild and unexpected and transient.