I remember distinctly when I was three months old I was adpoted by a working couple in Noida.Initially my life was amazing both husband wife were like doting parents and showered plenty of love and affection on me. But here was the damper the couples' son and servant. Tell me after performing my chores like barking nonstop at every other passerby, chewing the odd shoe, socks, hair brush etc. a pup needs wholesome food but no.. the servant ate up all my food can you imagine! To top it all after taking a snooze on an empty stomach the little brat (son) would pull my tail (I am very sensitive about that mind you because that gives me my royal look!), pinch me and generally be a pain in the neck! Anyway I tried to warn the kid but why would he pay any attention... so one fine day I snipped the guy just a wee bit and that was the end of it all. The kid was a whiner and complained to his parents who in turn started whacking me with a rolled up newspaper. I got the sinking feeling that my days were numbered here. In my doggy mind frightening thoughts came and I wondered if all those enemies I had made on the street how would they treat me. Well I prayed (to myCreator) if there was one to end my misery!

My prayers were answered and my owners placed an ad in the local daily. One evening a middle aged lady came to visit my owner Mr Srivastav. I can tell you I liked her instantly and I went scampering towards her to greet her but she baulked as though she was afraid of me. Mr Srivastav said don't be afraid just hit him with a newspaper. She did'nt comply thankfully. Both haggled over the price and eventually it was settled I would go the next day.

On Sept. 4th 2002 I entered my present home. Initially, I too was afraid of my new home and its members. She had two girls a daughter and a niece and a servant; the son used to live in Mumbai and visit frequently. The children were not used to German Shepherds and were afraid of me. Slowly they got used to me and we hit off rather well and believe me I was happiest. Till now the master had not come back from his tour.

I was rudely awakened one day with loud noises and I saw a stranger in the living room.I simpered and went and sat in a corner wondering what would happen to me now. Well my master let me stay on the condition I would not be around when he was at home. A new game started... when he went to office I had a grand time. The children Aditi, Dolly and Sunil would take me to the park or simply play with me at home.

One thing I would like to say about myself which I am embarrassed to talk about is my eating habits. I had been so starved earlier that I used to hog food something like 3 meals a day. I ate like never before slowly I got to believe that this was my home forever and the fear of being hungry left me. I started performing and Sunil taught me how to chase away the cows which ventured near our garden or the crows which sat on the railing of the balcony. He taught me to hate the driver Manoj who was a mean guy. Well Manoj used to tease me a lot and I took care of it by biting him in a dozen places. One time I scared him so much that he climbed a tree in fear.Well for my acts of bravery I was always rewarded with a chicken slice. No person, animal or thing comes near my house. The cows run helter skelter the moment they hear my roar. I am the undisputed king of my street.

Now there was this thing about my master's dislike for me. It has been taken care off..my constant effort to win him over paid off and its him who gives me my daily walk come hell or high water. I love it when when he comes back home I love the power he exudes!

None of the children are here now they all have gone - Aditi to Canada, Sunil has shifted to Noida. Sunil does visit us often and I do like it when he comes. Addy was here last summer but I guess they all have grown up. I am all of 8 years and still I like my life. My mom(as I would like to call her) says I am gay and happy! But I love it the way it is.

There's one thing worth mentioning my annual visits to the vet. I am mortified the moment I am taken to Noida in the car oof! the bottom is pinched 4 times and those injections are damned painful!. Dr. Kalra scolds me a lot(lovingly) but the treat that I get later is more than welcome I do eat vanilla ice cream and that too from Baskin Robins and it makes up for all my pain! Tell me really is my life a dogs life or what! One more thing my name is Bruno.

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