Cindy

My aunt had got two new puppies.A labrador and a daschund...Lassie and Cindy respectively.

Now since childhood I have cherished dreams of having my own pup to play with , to cuddle to , to run along with during walks , to bathe and brush, to wake me up....and all the things I envied about the Enid-Blyton troop. But then there were two things I wasn't very fond of about the species ... the licks in general and the daschunds in particular.

I couldnt wait till i saw Lassie and oh my... wasn't I rewarded. I saw a red sash and a pair of dark eyes blink out from a tiny bundle of white fur . I think I lost myself for a moment when I held her. And then I heard my aunt call out for Cindy...

I idly looked around.I hadn't seen a daschund in real until then.But I knew alright that they were the elongated rats that I really didn't care for.

She was elongated . Beautifully . A rich golden brown, she glistened under the sun . But what hit me was the stuggled trot on fours towards me.She stood on her hind and had her two paws on my knees,tail upright waiting for her turn into my arms. It was a wonder that those tiny short paws did not yield under her excitement. She had a class of her own. The pride of a stunning woman. The eyes of a guilty child.

She investigated my cheek with her cold snout and she gave a tiny lick. I froze right there.I held her close. I was in love .