I have been coming to work with huge bags under my eyes, thanks to the Doberman(Mr.Chopper) next door. Next building actually. The watchdog is responsible for ensuring that peace prevails at the 'Deaf and Dumb' school and is permanently tied up in some corner of the school campus. But by late evening, I suppose he takes his rightful position by the gate. When the clock strikes 11.00, the dobbie's alarm goes off. He howls throughout the night. It is a soul piercing bark coming from the depths of a tortured soul. I tremble in my sleep and curse the tresspasser for the lack of timing(Like any other part of the day would have been better).
Initially, I thought it must have been an unfortunate intruder. But it din't make sense for a poor thief to make his entry at a particular time in the night and promptly find his bottom firmly lodged between those razor sharp choppers. It gets progressively worse by the morning. At about 6.30am, Mr.Chopper gets very excited, indicated by a series of loud desperate, maybe relieved barks.
I had had enough of this drama everyday. My mom and I finally managed to get in touch with the individual responsible for Mr.Chopper's atrocious behaviour and found out why. The guy is potty trained and has to be walked. So even if the situation calls for desperate measures, he refuses to download in the area where he is tied up. What a snob!!! When nature calls, the dobbie has to call out to his benefactor so that he can crap.
Invariably, the individual takes her own sweet time. By then, our man has a truckload of crap waiting to be dumped and is jumping around. The excitement is too much for him. So when he sets his eyes on this lady, he launches into a series of loud excited barks, which I would interpret as, "thanking the Gods for putting him out of his misery".