Time flies. Period.
And yesterday particularly, time flew and stood still at the same moment when i entered the house. I witnessed one of the cutest inventions of god - a labrador retriever pup! A 45-day-old fawn colored male pup in the middle of the hall was waiting for my arrival, cutely bundled up in a big white satin ribbon and a small brown satin around its neck. He's my cutest and precious birthday gift ever.
All the exhaustion i felt flew away. I couldn't put him down. I couldn't even change my clothes. My excitement reached its peak. Leaving him down was such a bad idea. He was equally excited to have a new person cuddle him and hold him. He kept nibbling at my fingers, dress, my neck - gosh, simple pleasures of life. I realised one such was this.
After an overdose of petting and cuddling, i finally put him on the rug and he blissfully went off to sleep. Awww... what a sight! Take a look.
And then began my duties as a mother (ahem! that's how i felt actually). I prepared some cerelac and woke him up to feed him. My my... poor thing had been left hungry since noon and the moment it smelt food, he was all over the bowl with his face, nose. legs into it. That's the way they learn i believe. He was walking around the house with his wobbly feet and sniffing things around. Too cute. After his fill, within seconds he was circling around the hall to find 'the' spot for relief, and he was out with it. Too soon.
Little did i know what was in store for me the whole night. Poor thing is yet to receive his vaccination and de-wroming session and because he hadn't received he was searching for spots all through the night!!! And elvis and i were busy cleaning up the room every 20 mins.
Elvis brought him into our room and made a makeshift bed for him and placed a cloth inside. He cuddled in for a while but was restless most of the night. New place, new people and an upset stomach. Damn, he must have felt so lonely. But i guess it was the *motherly instinct* in me that made me keep a check on him every now and then. Elvis and i were trying to finish off an incomplete project and that kept us awake for a long time. And all the while i made sure our new baby was kept warm, cozy and comfortable. He slept on my lap while i worked on the comp.
Finally, it was my time to retire and i was dead beat by then. It was almost three when i went to bed. Phew! "Just the first day", i told myself but all the same it was damn exciting and he was just beginning to get used to us and the place. Elvis says he would take atleast 3 days to get used to the place. Poor thing. I just hope he doesn't fall sick. He's too precious for us now.
Oh btw, we haven't named him yet. We are still considering some cool and funky names for him. Not definitely something like jimmy, jikky or rambo!! If you can come up with some "oh, that's it" kinda names, do send in. We need to name him asap.
Some of my picks are:
- dash [elvis doesn't prefer this though :( ]
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