For many of yous (and I am certain on this) Sundays are mostly about sleeping in till late. It’s mostly seen as the “recuperating” day of the week – un-winding from office stress, Biwi’s buk-buk, boyfriend’s chuk-chuk or an extremely active Saturday night. But unfortunately, the same lutful pleasure isn’t a part of my weekly planner and this has been case for the last 3 years or so.

And the ones responsible for this outmost cruelty are – Hitler No. 2 and my dogs. Here the name Hitler has been lovingly attributed to my dearest mummy and No. 2 because the leading position rightly has been handed on to my brother. To make matters even worse, I have two more of the same kind in my life (Now stop grinning you impolite fools, sensitivity is what is needed here).

As for the dogs, well they are the reason behind Hitler No. 2’s “Sunday Sunrise Torture Camp” for yours truly. According to mommy darling, Sunday is the only day of the week where I am at home in morning (yes, this doomed soul works on Saturdays as well) and since I waste my Saturday evenings over indulging in Bollywood movies, theater, friends, parties…you get the point– this time is allocated for the doggies.

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Since the time I wrote this post, I have been receiving quite a few mails enquiring about Spike’s health. And so here is a follow-up post.

Last Friday, the visit to the Vet proved satisfactory. As per the Blood Test Report - WBC count is back to usual and the tic-parasite is no longer visible. Although the hemoglobin count was still on the borderline but then with one more week of juicy Rasgulas left, with most certainty even that will be back to normal.

On the other hand his diet has also improved but unfortunately not his grumpy nature.

Anyway, would like end by thanking you all for caring and sending across your best wishes. Believe me, we needed them. So yeah, thank you!

Ps….Things are going great on the two-wheeler front as well. I will be receiving my bike license in November 1st week and once I do so - it will only be Scooty all the way to work.

Today my baby boy, Spike turns 4 years old. Usually we (along with my best friend) celebrate his birthday by inviting aas-pados ka doggies, cutting a dog-healthy cake along with some munchies and then the show-stopper of the evening – exchange of gifts.

However this year things are not as jolly, Spike is down with tic-fever (one of the curses of living next to a polluted beach) and barely manages to move a muscle. Past three days have been taxing on both of us; have been visiting the Vet and going thru the required (very painful) medication process. Blood report shows all the important factors have gone for a toss and therefore requires utmost caring and attention.

Don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or my terrified heart but last year in this very month, Spike had met with a serious accident, something which we both have yet to mentally recover from. Since then even slight pain he suffers, it sends shivers down my spine and this many a times forces me to question my attachment towards him. I mean, I have always had pets, even when I was studying in Sydney I couldn’t resist getting a bundle of joy, home. But never have I felt as if every string of my being depended on any of them. I loved them dearly, no doubt but the fact that they are “animals” after all was also very much present in my mind.

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