Brooney, Princess of My Dynasty

Brooney, Princess of My Dynasty

On a lazy Sunday eve, 4 pm. (how nice if it would be all week days as Sunday) I got up after a catnapping; humming my favorite old Tamil song, “Oho endan baby; nee vaarai endan baby” (manasukulla super singer nu ninappu!!!!!) unknowingly the affix of a new member to the Great Paalayam Dynasty (none other than my family surname). Hubby and myself got together to dine tea @ the dining table and sudden bark shook up both of us. Two handsome young men (I should say it is my son and his pal) were approaching the tea table with a cute GSD puppy. Son yelled, “mom, dad, are you okay.” “This is Bruni, (Brooney; please forgive me Mrs. Carla Bruni) my humble gift to you mummy; you love puppies (puppies always lovable as long as they are pups), so I brought for you; don’t worry; dad will look after Brooney and go for a walk with her” (to enforce weight loss for hubby and son is a medico).” This is shortly the entry of Brooney to my dynasty.

Initial days of Brooni’s childhood have seen through as though she is a princess, but days move on, my hubby starts threatening me to resign my job or else let her walk out of home. Indeed I’m being caretaker most of the time and taking her to walk on leash outside sometime is the only thing he does (often my son accommodates to go for a walk with Brooney at night).

As I was forcibly to leave my job as a quality analyst in view of soft corner in taking care of Brooney, otherwise she would be often beaten up in anger by my hubby. I informed my MD about my resignation. He exclaimed, “It is amazing and it’s unfortunate to give up a capable QA like you, Bhavani!!!!”

Meanwhile, since I have changed over to full-time caretaker of my Princess, she completed her first year last April.

Days progress in and Brooney has become center of attraction of my family and the street too. In the meantime, thanks to Brooney and my son, who is responsible for all the above I have turned out to be a doctorate in dog grooming, professional in home training, basic-off leash obedience training, and now analyzer of dog psychology (whenever I see a local breed pup in our street or outside I apparently begin to think of how it could be brought and trained up well!!!!! I just imagine that I am running after each and every pup (there might be some kind of relationship between dogs and me in the previous jenma!!!!). You know, I am preparing to start puppy kindergarten, my own URL for dog lovers and thinking of Kennel Club in our area!!!!!!).

My housemaid admires Brooney utmost as she keeps on telling, “I would like to born like our Brooney in the next Jenma” and I warn her, “Be careful, you would be beaten or leashed by the owner” since my hubby beat Brooney with stick in her early childhood in the process of taking care of her whenever I left home (probably unable to bang me).

Nevertheless, Brooney is most obedient to my hubby. She obeys most of his commands (I did train her, but credit goes to him) and he would be the happiest person with Brooney and never like to leave her alone.

I’m indeed the ball out of the court!!!!! But I am able to succeed in convincing my hubby to bring up my princess together.

In fact, I however, feel some sort of fulfillment like I have done my duty despite some setbacks.

Nothing could be simply achieved without losing something.