Sheri’s chase after Timmy – Poppoye, poppoye!

My name is Sheri. I’m Indian Mastiff. To know more about me and my pack, visit tribe.

I’ve taken Dhruv’s help to publish this post. The post is about one of my eventful days.

I wake up to the early call of a small green bird. I get up and stretch a bit. I look up at the bird perched on a tree right above me. I greet it with a good morning. He chitters in response & flies off to wake Simba up. I patrol my territory checking for new smells.

I go up to see if my pack has gotten up. Simba is up. Looks like he has not slept properly tonight. He must have been baying at those show-offs. I forget what the 2-legged folk call it. Mongoose? Ya, may be. The lights are now coming on in the cottage. Usually, I don’t sleep through out the night either. Pesky pests like wild boars, barking deers and cats keep me awake. Though this time I slept, because I was tired.

Yesterday had been a busy day. Boy O boy! It had been a really busy day.

It started off pretty quiet. I had just had my morning meal and I was settling on a big rock for a nap. I was feeling sleepy and content.

Then suddenly, I heard a metallic click-click-click. I sprang up, all drowsiness gone. I was so happy. The click-click-click was a sound of the stopper on my front door. I barreled up the slope to see my 2-legged siblings laughing & waiting for me. I wagged my tail as hard as I could. And I meant it. I had never felt more excited.

Once I was out, I leashed them. I took them to the front yard. So many new things to see. So many new sounds to hear. So many smells. Oh! Smells! What wonderful smells! Moist soil, grass, dew, a recently peed zone, mumma’s food, traces of other animals, rotting branches, and so much more. Mumma, Aapa and Shree were talking about something very cheerfully. I cannot understand what they speak but I can understand the emotions they express.

Me and Dhruv raced to the gate (of course, I won). I unloaded myself a bit there. I wonder why 2-legged folk remark in disgust when dung holds such a treasure trove of smells and stories.

We raced back to the house. He won, though by a millisecond. He shouted something to Aapa. And Aapa shouted something back. Dhruv sighed. He said “come on, Sheopeo”. I learned to understand few words though I seldom pay attention to them. We slowly walked back to the cottage, Dhruv grumbling and mumbling. There, I settled down at my favorite place beside the door from where I could see who went in, who went out. I soon snoozed off.

When I woke up, the glow ball was on top off the sky. Dhruv was sitting on the bench with a yummy looking stick and even yummier looking thin white thingumy. I strained my leash to get it and munch on it. My siblings smiled and petted me and hugged me. I tried to hug Shree back, but all I did was knock him off his feet. He struggled to get up, but I would not let him. He started laughing and thrashing around. I started licking his face and thrashing around as well. Everyone was shouting my name. “Copo! Ok Sheri, it’s ok Sheri!”. They were all laughing. It had all become a romping wrestling match.

It was nearly food time now. I took Dhruv for the walk again.

A few smells were the same. Some were new. For example, I could smell Timmy – the annoying. Man, I hadn’t seen him today. I went over and talked with Simba. We discussed what he had seen & smelled today. We also talked about Timmy and Pom. And how they needed some bangs on the rump and identification sniff.

Suddenly, Simba’s expression hardened. I turned around to see….. Timmy. Me and Timmy stood there, frozen. Starring at each other. And then he scarpered.

I whined in challenge and leaped after him. I strained madly at the leash for a few seconds, before breaking free. I chased Tim around the house with my leash trailing behind me. I made sure he never got close to any trees. He hid at many places but not for long. He was way faster than me, but my strides were bigger. I was gaining on him on every bound. People all around were shouting my name. I didn’t listen. My target was fixed. But in the thrill of the chase, I didn’t realize that I was in the next farm.

Timmy put on an extra burst of speed and clambered straight up a tree. And I banged straight into the trunk (my braking systems aren’t that well developed). Timmy sat there on a fork and starred daggers at me. And I just starred daggers back. And then I heard a shout.

“Poppoye, poppoye! Poppoye, Sheri, poppoye! “

Poppoye! Wonder fruit! Simba had always told me poppoye was my weakness. But I didn’t care.

Poppoye or Timmy? If I went back, I would get to eat poppoye and get comfortable. If I stayed here, well, seemed like I would have to stand here forever. Timmy looked like he had just eaten something. And I was sure that he wasn’t planning to come down anytime soon.

So I decided to call it a day. I told Timmy “This isn’t the last you have seen of me, Tim”. And I started tottering back. Retracing my steps back to our farm. And in a twinkling I was back. And in the next twinkling I was digging into a poppoye.

I sat down at the door. After sometime, I went back to my favorite rock. Then Shree gave me my evening meal.

After another round, I straight away fell asleep. Dreaming of all the sounds I had heard, the smells I had gathered and the sights I had beheld.

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