Rise and shine! A Brand new, beautiful pup is here to conquer the hearts! Trotting through the streets, peeing her holy water to the trees and tires, playing with her doggo mates till one day she was struck by a vehicle, says my presumption about the tale of my incredibly loving tail.
She was struck by a vehicle that mangled her hind limbs and left her with shattered bones. The dubiousness may have clouded the judgement but that didn't leash her from bouncing back to form. Rescued by the HAS- Humans Animal Society, she was treated and sterilised. My longest longing had been that for a dog and when I browsed through their website, there stood she, with her sparkly eyes.
After innumerable negotiations and deliberations, I finally convinced my mom and soon after that, we left to meet her at the shelter. Amongst that pack of dogs was this little one, she ran against the wind letting it whistle past her ears and when she was let out, I was no stranger to her. Of course, first was one round of sniffing and then one round of jumping followed by a round of licking and I resolved to settle on the ground. I walked her around a little bit, made a few other friends- Summer, Whitey, the other doggos there, paid heed to all her requirements in terms of food, medicines, and ailment. We signed up to foster her. Our first stop was at the dog spa. She was brushed and cleaned then we brought her home. Throughout the journey, she felt quite anxious and drooled all over me, poor baby not used to rides or drives.
Mom and I made her space comfortable purchased a comb, bowl, food, medicines, toys, treats, leash, it was all set. I sat by her the entire day talking and talking and patting and cuddling and trying to make her feel at home, the anxiety, fear of being put into a new place of my fearful fur was attended to. That night, she was fed and patted to sleep, we left to our rooms, and the night... a silent night? Nah, it was a howling night. She seemed to have whined and by around 5 am the Aaooo was so loud that I sprang out of my bed to reach out to her only to see her whining and whimpering and shivering. We had to calm her down. She hates the leash, so we had to carry her everywhere. Established was the fact that she wasn't very fond of toys, felt like I played fetch with myself but if I run she would chase, that's her jam!
Sometimes I hand fed her and she would have water from the cup of my palm, pampered, spoiled, yes, but we couldn't resent. Just like you and I, every dog has a trait and my delicate darling turned out to demand constant attention and love. She endured a bitter past that was to be respected and taken care of. She was a very fearful dog, first, she dared not to paw out her sleeping spot, to an extent I was concerned if she will ever excrete! Slowly she got the hang of it, moved around the hall but, the hall and dining room to her are two different planets. With the passage of days, she got over that fear and felt at home.
I was yelled at, by my folks, for all her atrocities. She wouldn't step out to do her business so hall it is, all the pee and poop. This lady royally pees on the sofas and cushions, poops on the carpet, undoubtedly, I was verbally crushed. That demanded a lot of deep cleaning. Second day onwards, I slept in the hall with her, stroke her hide to sleep. For some reason, she fancied the tennis ball and my flip-flop that she bit to shreds; she loves listening to 'O re piya'. Noons her naptime and midnight I'd be licked for the cuddles. Sometimes she would bite my hair or sniff my feet, I woke up to her adorable face every day.
Her demands in terms of presence and affection were more than we could offer, other errands considered. It was not fair to confine her into a small space while she always lived in the open, with her friends, consequently, was taken back to the shelter. We had a farewell, my grandpa and brother made a surprise visit, my best friend and her sister came over. We danced, sang, and Basil, her mad tail wagged round and round the table. Last day, we got her treats and ice cream. The car came and she left with everything we bought for her along with her bed sheets and a big heart. It was heart-wrenching, but a decision for her good.
I checked on Basil a few months later, she was elated like the time and distance didn't make a difference. It's the first few days that require an extra effort by the pet parent, soon the furs would know your routine better. Every single day fostering her was a roller coaster, it was the five different days of my monotonous pandemic life. Every moment furrfect with my Indie beauty- Basil.
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