I am the proud owner of a Bitch with a social conscience. Long after the world is snuggled in dreams, her conscience stirs into awakening, enlightening her with the idea of raising her voice for those who can’t do it for themselves. So it was no surprise when a distant yeowl was brought to my notice by the incessant protests of my bitch.
What was equally un-surprising, was that the not just me, but the entire colony of people, who are normally dead to each other after the fluorescents have stopped glowing, were awakened. It was a mass awakening. A generation was coming to life. Thanks to my Bitch.
She kept screaming to the night skies that a dog somewhere was yeowling. She asked the stars for answers. What was wrong with the dog? Was he hurt? Was he in pain? Was he just having a bad dream? Why wouldn’t one of the selfish humans take a look at him? Where was he? She asked the winds and sniffed their mists for traces of this yeowling dog. Not for one minute did she stop shouting her concerns.
My cute next building neighbour, whose balcony peeps over mine, who never so much as notices me, was moved by the calls of my Bitch. He came to the balcony, looking so much more cute with his hair all messed up, to converse with me. The first words that he ever spoke to me and which shall go down in memory as my first interaction with him were
“Shut the bitch up!”
How romantic! With the moon gazing down on the two of us, he in his white pyjama and me in my pink snoopy dog night shirt, gazing at each other over those first words. Had the phone not disturbed us by its shrill peal…
The neighbour downstairs was calling. I hadn’t even noticed she had my neighbour. Thanks to my Bitch I now knew she had my number and my caller Id had displayed hers. She , like so many others, was thoroughly perturbed by the strong proclamations of my bitch.
“Its way past midnight!” she screamed. I was moved by how anguished she was. “ Silence the Bitch or I will!” She continued. It was our first neighbourly conversation since I moved in and I did not want to terminate it abruptly, so I naturally uttered all the assurances I could think of, all along my Bitch protested without a pause in the background. Perhaps, she intended on adding levity to my assurances.
The increasing number of phone calls from dog owners; whose dogs, inspired by the protests of my bitch, had joined in to raise their voices together with hers as one, finally pleaded with me to request my bitch to withdraw, temporarily, her protest.
So I did. I brought her inside and after treating her exhausted senses to a midnight snack ( which she deserved for uniting everybody for a common cause), I sat down beside her as she rested her tired senses. I kept guard while she slept, so that she may renew in the morning with renewed enthusiasm.