MY LIFE AS TOMMY

My name is Tommy, at least that is what they – my Lord and Master – call out looking at me. I am getting kind of used to this sound and vibration. I find it curious at times, why some human beings big and small want to play with me.

- Kamal

I am generally a quiet dog, however, at times it gets on my nerve when they keep on calling out to me; then I try to threaten them by showing my teeth. I do realize that they feed me and clean me so I must behave to avoid being back-to-the-street situation.

I am short-heighted with white fur.

‘Let me appreciate myself a little’… I crane my neck to look at myself.

Where was I? Oh Yes! My coat is bushy and keeps me warm in winter. You know, my Lord and Masters are kind people. Though they do not allow me in their house, they have built a small place for me. It is made out of wood and covered on all three sides. It is situated above the ground at a height from which I can jump effortlessly. They may have thought that I may fall off while asleep. Their knowledge of dogs, their behaviour and lifestyle is as good as mine of these human beings. To say the least, ‘poor’! My house has padding; if I recognize it rightly, it is the same kind of thing that I saw the other day in a shop where I just sneaked in. They are tall and round in shape filled with something.

My staple diet is something of white stuff mixed with other things. When I eat it, I can easily chew and swallow it. I have found that the taste lies in the kind of liquid they pour into it. If I see something yellowish with no distinct smell my hunger pang vanishes.