A torn cardboard box, a second hand wool sweater from the streets of Janpath, an old single bedsheet, a bright red discarded pillow.... and he is happy-one ear up and one ear down, snout nuzzling between pillow and cardboard wall........You see: he is rich today- tummy full, a warm soft bed, two excited little girls and an jaded middle aged woman keeping vigil over him... yes, he is rich and happy today! Today, he has a name too, 'bliss', an apt name for his current state of mind...
I peer into his eyes...he must be five or six months old but his eyes are old, shines with patience and understanding.....understanding of the foibles of these two legged creatures on whose mercy his fate lies...
But he bears us no ill will, not a bit, despite that demented car that fractured his leg, that surgeon's scalpel that finally severed the dangling useless broken leg from his frail little body, that strange person who adopted him for two days, called him Scooby and then discarded him on the third......
Two little pixies who live in the house above me and who are stop-gapping for the Guardian Angel of dogs, found him and brought him here and gave him his name ' bliss'....
I live in a mountain town called Dharamshala, south of the mighty Dhauladhars. I would have loved to adopt bliss but can't as I have two dolts ( Labrador retrievers) of my own. If you would like to give bliss a home do get in touch with me. And if you cannot, please share this post with friends and family and dog lovers....
bliss is sweet, affectionate, intelligent and wise....he would enrich any home he went to....I know, for I have seen it in his old young eyes...
In this Christmas time , this season of kindness and giving, do spare a moment for this gentle creature and spread the word...
Thank you
