The Doggie style

Life is a strange maze of twists and turns. You'll feel like sitting down nd peninng down the last chapter when you hear a sound: Story ab thak katham nahin hua boss.

When I came to stay on with the old man and lady, Tito was there too. Tito was not really expensive breed. Some local kind with cute spots. They addressed him as 'he'. So I thought he was a guy dog.

He had this habit of running away with the fresh newspapers and slippers. So everything was barricaded as soon as he was out for his morning stroll. He never ever barked when a stranger came into the house. But even a whiff of a fellow species would send him mad.

Dogs are a symbol of aristocracy in the neighbourhood. Most of his neighborhood mates weren't much happy for him. He was never left out of house and the war of words/barks always happened from inside the compound walls. One day I happen to see his enemy come running and attempting to pee outside the gate to piss him off.

Last evening as I stepped in back from office I saw aunt sitting depressed on the door. I was bit alarmed. Tito seemed to have run away. ' I searched everywhere . Some thieves must have stolen him off '.

I felt sorry for them. Inspite of Tito's tantrums , he was a relief for the old couple to make their idle lives tick on. Recently he was showing signs of terrible distress. Food was left untouched. This was interpreted as another of his tantrums. But he was not worth a steal!!

Night.. aunty screamed for me. I ran out to her.' Tito is down in the basement....with three little puppies'

' What!!!? How can HE give birth'

It was uncle who answered "Tito was a 'she' not a ' he'."

I was thanking the amazing grace when Aunty said : What a shame to the family. How could she do this to us.

Uncle: May be this is Immaculate conception