Dog wars !!!

It is indeed the time for change. 

All my life, I’ve been used to seeing my house in various shades of cream or grey.. you know, the usual colours. This time around though, I was in for a pleasant surprise when I came home. I knew the house had been painted. I’d been told that it was a new colour... Mom had told me that the colour had been made ‘by computer mixing.’

Tadaaa.. turns out that a can of Barbie doll pink had illicit relations with a can of Smarties violet and their love child was the colour that was used for painting my house. 

Then again, I will say this much. I loved the colour. Shoot me with a spitstraw but people who know me will vouch for my fondness of bright colours so this was a welcome change as far as I was concerned. My parents too liked it, though certain pesky relatives thought otherwise.. bah ! Humbugs.

Anyway, part of the creativity (madness) included painting up the dog kennel. Well, now that’s a different story. See, I don’t think the doggy duo of Bruno and Leo appreciated the ‘alteration of their pad’. Quite frankly, I think they were embarrassed with the final result. It was like a major blow to the macho image they held in the neighbourhood. Going from 'Rocky & Rambo' to 'Pansy & Sissy' must have been hard.

As of now, they prefer to stay inside the kennel even if the doors are open for fear of being ridiculed by the other dogs. Heck, they only come out at night after it’s dark and even then, I could have sworn I saw Leo wearing a shawl to cover his face last night as he went out to ‘do the doodoo’. I guess he's passive aggressive... never should have let my mom use the old "When Bad things happen to Good People" self help book pages to form a makeshift flooring in the kennel while they were painting. You never know what these dogs read and imbibe these days. 

Ruby, their 1o year old mom , is a different case altogether. She gets pissed, she doesn’t hide it from us. She lets it all out. And she knows better than to bite the hand that feeds her ( mom ) or the hand that lets her sleep in the main bedroom ( dad ). So who does she vent out her rage against the new colour ?

Enter visiting doctor son aka Jackass who dog need not listen to. Sufficed to say, in the last 3 weeks, I have used ‘the good shirts’ maybe 4 times. Oh, and can you guess how many times Ruby’s used ‘the good shirts ?’ 4, did you say ? Close, but no cigar. She’s used ‘THE DAMN GOOD SHIRTS’  5 times, including the time she picked it out of a laundry pile after it had been ironed and after confirming it was mine( say what you want... I’m convinced she was checking out the XL sign on the shirt ), proceeded to wipe the floor with it. Man, she really loves that floor.

Anyway, plans to send her to Cambodia via air mail have been put on hold for now... mainly because I was vetoed 3-to-1, Ruby and my parents being the significant 3. Infact, seeing the glint in Ruby’s eyes, I wonder if she knows something I don’t...I wonder if she hasn’t been able to influence my parents to modify that plan slightly. Damn doggy feminine charms.

 I have a sinking feeling I’m gonna be knocked unconscious and sent to Cambodia via air mail one of these days.