Candy came to us as a 40 day old puppy and was born on the
day tsunami struck India- 26th Dec 2004. he had an abnormally enlarged stomach
which worried my mother, but the local Manipuri vet who got candy to us, told
us not to worry by saying 'yeh bohot khata hai'! nd sure enough, what lay ahead
were days of hogging and begging for food.. :P ...
my mother wanted to make him a vegetarian dog (b'cz she believed vegetarian dogs stink less! :P). but i made him taste a small shred of chicken once which made him a non vegetarian for life. apart from chicken, he had other favourites like cake, roti, rusk and a few others.
i remember the first night Candy spent with us. he was sleeping in my room. the whole night i could see him shifting from one place to another. he was tiny enough to go under my dressing table, my study table (both of which had only a few inches of space under them). after a whole night of peeing and shitting in my room, the first thing he wanted to do in the morning was to eat again! each day he would drag mumma out of bed by her nighty, straight to the kitchen and make her feed him cerelac before she did anything else.
soon we realised that allowing him to roam around the house at night wasnt a good idea since he wasnt toilet trained yet. nd he had already figured out how to get out of his music system carton that he was brought in.. so we got a big wooden crate sort of thing made for him as his bed.. a bed he completely hated! each night we had a half an hour long excercise of getting him to sleep in it, with my father shouting at him, nd candy barking back even louder! this was when my mother started to believe that candy was a mad dog! :D
candy had no choice but to live in this crate at night, after spending the whole day running around all over the house. B'cz of the liberties he enjoyed at home he started getting more and more restless in the crate during the nights when finally one day he figured out a way of getting out of that as well, never to get back into anything like that again...
my mother wanted to make him a vegetarian dog (b'cz she believed vegetarian dogs stink less! :P). but i made him taste a small shred of chicken once which made him a non vegetarian for life. apart from chicken, he had other favourites like cake, roti, rusk and a few others.
i remember the first night Candy spent with us. he was sleeping in my room. the whole night i could see him shifting from one place to another. he was tiny enough to go under my dressing table, my study table (both of which had only a few inches of space under them). after a whole night of peeing and shitting in my room, the first thing he wanted to do in the morning was to eat again! each day he would drag mumma out of bed by her nighty, straight to the kitchen and make her feed him cerelac before she did anything else.
soon we realised that allowing him to roam around the house at night wasnt a good idea since he wasnt toilet trained yet. nd he had already figured out how to get out of his music system carton that he was brought in.. so we got a big wooden crate sort of thing made for him as his bed.. a bed he completely hated! each night we had a half an hour long excercise of getting him to sleep in it, with my father shouting at him, nd candy barking back even louder! this was when my mother started to believe that candy was a mad dog! :D
candy had no choice but to live in this crate at night, after spending the whole day running around all over the house. B'cz of the liberties he enjoyed at home he started getting more and more restless in the crate during the nights when finally one day he figured out a way of getting out of that as well, never to get back into anything like that again...
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