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The Mind Creative Nov 2013

I loved Riya a lot. I still do.
When I was a small baby, Mom used to scold me me when I did
my poo and pee inside the house. It took me time to understand
that Mom was very happy when such things were done outside
the garden gate. She would also give me that yummy chicken
chewy and called me a “Good Boy” when I complied with this
behavior. I never liked the feel and smell of her when she was
upset. In fact, I even stopped licking anything in the kitchen,
biting on any footwear, chewing newspapers and stopped
disturbing them while they had dinner. I think I was a very
obedient 5 year old smart, white Labrador. My name is Doodle.
A couple of years ago, Dad
forgot to lock the gate at night
and even the front door was
left open. He must have been
very tired that night; otherwise
he always locks all the doors
before going to bed. I was
worried about it and even
licked his nose a number of
times to wake him up b ut he
wouldn’t wake up. I did not
want to bark and wake everybody up, so I just stayed near the
gate to make sure that nobody enters my home. It was a cold
night and I stayed under the car in the porch. When Mom woke
up in the morning, she saw that the door had been left ajar. She
came to pick up the milk packets and saw me sitting upright at
the gate. That day she patted me a lot and I was also given that
special mutton and beef. Dad was very happy with me too. I
understood then that I had done my duty well and that it was my
responsibility to protect my house.
There were days when Dad woke up late and I wanted to go
for a walk. I would then lick his nose and he would know that I
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