Budi’s Crushes

Back to my puppy days, when we lived in a rented apartment on the second floor. The owners of the building lived in the first floor with their two daughters.

I had strong likes and dislikes. My favorites were female species, whether human or animal, provided they had feminine qualities of beauty and softness. I did not like the stocky dark woman, who came for cleaning the house and would express my displeasure by creating a hungama, in spite of her best efforts to woo me. But I became the butt of jokes when I took instant liking for the washerwoman, who used to come twice in a week to do the laundry. I would run up to her and cling to her sari until she would pick me up in her lap giggling indulgently. While she washed clothes, I would be hanging around her splashing in the water.

As I took Baba out for walks, I sometimes, saw the two young girls of the landlords. I was eager to make acquaintance with them but sadly they never responded to my flirtatious looks.

One evening, as Runudi returned home after office, I sneaked out from the gap under the front door, climbed down the staircase and reached the first floor balcony. The younger daughter was sitting on the rocking chair reading something. I stood up on my hind legs, placing my paws on her knees. This alarmed the girl. As she saw me she let out a fearsome shrike, as if she had seen a ghost .Her mother, the landlady of the house came running to see what was happening. The girl started crying with fear - I had done no harm to her. Her mother looked at me threateningly to which I answered her back with loud barking. It all happened in a few seconds. Hearing the din downstairs, Runudi came running, grabbing me with both hands, she looked apologetically at the landlady, brought me back home shutting the door with a loud bang. I could sense it was going to be the end of my days of free movement.

That day when Babididi returned home from office she was summoned by the landlady. Babididi in the last two years had nurtured very cordial relationship with the landlords - it all went up in smoke. The landlady gave her a piece of her mind - how dare that brat living in my own house shout at me! Atrocious!! Insulting!! She won’t endure it anymore and the flat should be vacated.

Not that it troubled us very much as our own house was almost ready for moving in but it surely strained the relationship - all because of my infatuation for pretty girls. Any takers?