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My Dogs- Not Their Master.

My son’s dog is a Siberian Husky (pure breed). He is 4+ years old. I have been involved in his life since he was four weeks old. My son lived in Chicago for the most part and this March, he went to San Jose after accepting a job in Apple. I live in Springfield, IL separated by 210 mile from Chicago and currently it’s a lot of miles to say the least. My daughter has a Rottweiler, pure breed, brought from India in January of 2014 when he was 6 months old but cared for him since he was a few weeks old. I have had the opportunities to be their caretaker whenever my kids needed me.

The Husky named Taaj (I can proudly state that I named him) and the Rottweiler, named Diesel has been walked (including taking their poop when they were walked, with a smile on my face), fed, cleaned, gave treats more than my children would like, had led Taaj to his bed in a crate but Diesel who wouldn’t let me do my stuff whether watching TV or writing posts on FB unless I decide to retire, lying down next to me till I call it quits. He doesn’t like to be crated and lays down at the foot of the bed. Looks like a chore to most. But today I can say with some confidence, that they are my best friends, soothers in distress, made me walk when I hated the most, dependent on me to provide their food, forced me to play when I wanted to be left alone, Jumped in joy when I entered home, with Taaj sneaking next to me in bed till I woke up as he is an early bed and gets to leave his crate, thanks to my wife, and after his morning rituals will come back to my bed, many times sent by my wife to wake me up and after his licking and trying to push me out, gives up and cuddles next to me to my wife’s dismay. Diesel on the contrary, will come next to me and lick my face and when I don’t respond well, will start to cry knowing that I have a weak heart and I grudgingly get out but he saved me many a times from being admonished for waking up late by my wife.

Their food and treats are stocked most of the time, but once informed that they are coming home, I check again in their cupboards whether there is enough to last. ON the day they arrive, I get refrigerated food which I use to tempt them to eat when they refuse for whatever reason. They know that I get uncomfortable and Taaj when shown his food in his platter, will give me a look for a few seconds and walk out to the backyard. He doesn’t go very far knowing his treat will be mixed in his food. Diesel is great in that aspect; he finishes his food in minutes and looks for Taaj’s plate. Diesel became bad after seeing me put treats on Taaj’s plate and would not eat until he gets his share of treats.But Diesel is scared of Taaj and doesn’t venture to go to his plate. Taaj teases him by stopping to eat and would stand next to his plate even when he has a full stomach. Unless I take his plate away and put it on the platform, hard to reach, he won’t budge. Couple of times they got into snarling and fights when I had to dive to pull Taaj, a Husky who is much smaller when compared to Diesel, a Rottweiler. It is not to protect Taaj but Diesel as he stands stunned. I don’t know what the consequences would have been if Diesel decided to make a fight.

When Taaj was young (less than a year old), he swallowed a small bone with a bacon attached, given by me and he started to throw up. We were ready to leave to Maryland and Virginia for Thanksgiving. Taaj was supposed to go to a kennel but ended up with a Vet who asked us to leave and he kept him. Every four hours we got an update. The scans showed that he an obstruction. My son who is his Master, told me after his conversation with the Vet, that it was going to cost a whole bunch, in thousands of dollars for the surgery and asked what to do. I just told him without batting an eyelid, to do what was needed if it was him. The bill came to five thousand dollars, but the bone had passed into the intestines and he pooped out. The surgery was a success! And we paid the dollars. Diesel cut his paws once, cause unknown and was bleeding. My heart sank. It is so difficult to treat them anything other than a human being.

I know they are cared well, loved and spoilt. I know that they are the best companions and will continue to grow well with my kids. My DIL is so attached that I don’t have to worry about Taaj. Diesel is so protective of my daughter that I don’t have to worry about my daughter’s safety as she is living by herself in the same city and working. I love these dogs and miss them very much. I don’t know how they feel about me. It was painful when I left for India knowing that I was going to miss their love. I am able to express it. I wish the dogs could.