Why do males ogle so shamelessly? They are so downright lecherous. Let one cute young thing walk down the road and all of them stop whatever they were up to and stare brazenly at her. I will have to admit that I am very beautiful. I am not being vain when I say that. You see I owe it to my parentage. My mom is still as beautiful as she was about five years ago. And back then she was already into her middle age. My father who is dead now, was a Casanova of sorts in his prime. I don’t remember anything about him. But I don’t think he would have been able to do all the things which my mother claims he did, without having been pretty handsome. So inevitably I grew up to be very pretty.
I do enjoy all the attention showered on me, but blatant ogling is too much for me to digest. Come on guys, give me a break. Being the centre of attention everywhere is often a pain in the neck. One can’t just walk without a care down the road. I even avoid walking at night. The colony where I stay in is pretty safe, but our neighbourhood is a dirty place. All those road side Romeos….huh… whistling and drooling…yuch.I find them sickening. What do they do for a living? One after all has to feed oneself. I guess they go about stealing food. No sense of dignity. I hate them for that.Look at me. I have a very decent job, perfect for a calm person like me. No major troubles, no deadlines to keep, but still a job which requires responsibility. And whatever they may complain about me, they can’t deny that I do a decent job. Yes, I have had my quota of problems. I can’t help it if I have a loud voice. Can I? And yes I do agree I have over reacted and blown my top on a few occasions. But on the whole I have been pretty well behaved. I hope they are not planning to chuck me. I have grown quite fond of this place. I get to have a room for myself. And they expect me to keep it neat and clean. These house owners can be pretty fussy about such things. I have been trying hard to keep it at the least presentable.
But they do get on my nerves when they treat me as if I am a kid and scold me. But otherwise it is a cool place to live and work at. There is nobody from my age group in the neighbourhood and I like it that way. The garden is my favourite spot in the house. Especially in the summer when it is pretty hot inside, I lie down on the grass in the shadow of the huge trees, which some idiot had planted adjacent to the wall ages back. The roots of those trees had essentially ripped through the walls forming huge cracks in many places along the wall. I take it upon myself to chase away all those children who climb in through the cracks. Let me tell you, it is painful job chasing them away. Kids are so persistent in causing mischief, that sometimes, I end up spending the whole day watching out for them. But one does have to keep the house owner in good spirits, you see.
I eat at the house. They cook some decent food at my place. Not great, but palatable. Initially the arrangement was that I should look out for my own food, but then they realised that I was not being very efficient that way. So they started making food for me in the house. This has worked fine so far. On the whole I lead a happy and joyful life. But there are times when I feel very lonely. I feel desperate for company. Those are the days when I feel like quitting the job and going out into the world and finding that special person made for me. After all, what can equal the company of the loved one…………
But such romantic thoughts are few and far in between. Sooner or later common sense prevails and I realise that being single has its own advantages. And yes you can call me a feminist if you want. Oops….it is getting very hot outside…. I better go inside. After all we dogs do have sensitive skin.
Inspired by Jeffery Archer short stories...may even have a resemblence to one in "A Twist In The Tale" series.
