Small Things#24 – Mission Tom the Turkey part 2

It is that time of the year when Tom the Turkey needs to be rescued again from those who want to eat him during Thanksgiving feast. Three years back the older one made him into a Spiderman and saved him (read here).

This time, it is the little one’s turn and he thought of turning Tom the Turkey into Tom the Super Dog. He made it into a Super Dog with some assistance from us. He thinks nobody would like to mess with this Super Dog and he would be safe in his kindergarten class. Stay safe, Tom the Turkey… oops Tom the Dog, too many people out there are looking for you!!

Happy Thanksgiving and wishing you loads of things to be grateful for!

Paw Things#2 – Happy and Me!

It is the beginning of second month after our impulsive adoption of the Shollie Pup – Happy Singh! And while my hubby and boys are enjoying the challenges, I am honestly, still struggling. Hubby has nicely fit into the role of pup-dad, and my sons are happy to be pup-bros, but I am finding it hard to be a pup-mom!

As, I mentioned in an earlier post I am dog agnostic and I am okay with them from a distance. But petting, feeding, potty training… it is all new and may I say, hard work.

I know it is not tedious for those who love the furry creatures. I envy the ability of dog lovers to cuddle, care and pet the creatures as their own child. I have seen how my hubby embraces the puppy and plays with him. But it makes me nervous when Happy jumps and barks to make me play. I just dash for the safest haven or escape from the room. It also makes me dejected to see my art studio taken over by an exploring dog that nibbles at my brushes.

The excitement, enthusiasm and joy of owning a pet is yet to come. But I quite like observing the bonding of my sons and Happy. They happily chuck the devices and forego tv time for running chores for Happy. It is a meaningful relationship for them. And whenever, my hubby jokes about rehoming the pup, he is staunchly opposed by the pup-brothers.

As for me, I am doing okay with his potty outings and feeds on weekdays. Although when the house work increases, I crib. Sorry! Whenever, hubby is around, Happy is entirely his duty. My eight year old does his bit too rather enthusiastically. And the little one just enjoys being around Happy.

I sometimes chide myself for not being very inclusive and joyous about our pet. But I guess, it is because I am just seeing one part of this ‘Happy’ accident – just the ‘compromises and hard work’ part. The feeling of companionship might come later as I get more comfortable around his licking, jumping and playing.

To tell you the truth, Happy is a good puppy. He is inquisitive and tries to obey. He has grown quite big in one month. He is learning fast and we don’t have daytime messes anymore. But night time is still hard in the cold, freezing weather of Minnesota.

The worst weather is about to come, when venturing outside would be a momentous task. And picking after the dog in a snow shower would not be poetic, to say the least. And what if Happy refuses to go out for potty in the snow? I guess, that will be a new challenge.

I really need tips from my dog loving readers and neighbors to gear up for the winters. There is a lot to know about keeping and training a dog. I try to read and educate myself but first hand information is always better.

Now, Happy has become a part of the family – an important member. I am not only observing changes in other family members but also in myself as I have become more adaptable and flexible. I am slowly getting used to all the ‘Happy’ changes. And my only prayer this winter – please god, less snow showers🙏🏻.

PS- Many of my dear, lovely readers wanted an update about Happy. So, I am happy to keep you updated. Please share if you have any tips about taking care of dogs in winters. Stay warm and healthy!

Paw Things#1 – Meet Happy the Puppy!

I am dog agnostic. I wish them well but I keep my distance. As a child, when a dog was around, I would sit on chair or bed with my feet up. So a fortnight back, when the lady in a pet store welcomed me with the line – ‘Here comes Mommy,’ and tried to hand me a pup, I was unnerved. Good lord, I, the mother of a pup???

Well, it was dear husband’s birthday and he and the kids really wanted a cute, cuddly, furry baby. They were all bustling with excitement, so, I couldn’t say no.

I felt I was making a mistake. Adopting a puppy was a huge, huge task! All my other plans were at risk to go awry but then I was up against three dog lovers in the family. And I didn’t want to look like some vampish, scornful lady….think Lalita Pawar!

Warning bells did ring when an unknown old lady came very close to me and whispered- Good luck with that! It was a well meaning warning since she had understood my hesitation. But I did not really pay heed to it and went with the flow.

We adopted the two-month old puppy, bought all puppy things, paid the fees. signed papers etc etc… And named him HAPPY SINGH since he was adopted on the occasion of ‘Happy Birthday’.

The real struggle started in the car. The pup wanted to wrestle out of my hand and explore around. And I was scared so I was holding him too tight. I thought he would bite me but he didn’t. Somehow, we reached home.

Happy is not potty trained. So, you can imagine the struggle again. Plus he was on deworming medicine. First two days, hubby kept cleaning huge messes as I struggled to get used to the new smell and resident.

My sisters and other family members were like – But you never cared for any dog!!! On my husband’s side, everyone loves dogs, so they were excited.

My kids were super happy and they kept goading me to be happy about Happy. I noticed, hubby looked tired but enjoyed being around the pup. Only, I felt differently.

When Monday came and the three Dog lovers left, the onus fell on me completely. Every hour I took him out to do his business. Thankfully, he complied. But it was all new to me and loads of extra work.

When the kids returned, they ran straight to Happy. They had accepted him with open hearts. And the puppy loved back. Only, I was the mean one.

Tuesday, I struggled again. By night, I felt completely exhausted. I counted days for weekend to come.

A thousand times, I thought of returning the pup. But something about Happy is so endearing that I couldn’t take the decision despite all the struggle.

By the end of the week, I and him felt little settled.

This week began with struggle again but Happy is a quick learner. And he is doing well. Only I have not gotten used to his playing with me. It is bit rough but husband is training him.

As I write this post, Happy is waiting for me to take him out. This new episode has been challenging but overall I believe that Happy has come to us for a good reason.

He is a sweet puppy and I am slowly accepting him as a part of our family.

Images – My phone

Small Things#23 – Trier is the best!

Have you heard of the word Trier? Probably not! The word Trier is rarely used in conversations. Why? Because we are so obsessed with tags like ‘Winner’ or ‘Loser’ that ‘Trier’ has been pushed out into irrelevance.

The word got new perspective after watching the latest Hindi film ‘Chhichhore’ with family. The older one watched with interest while the little one cosily slept on papa’s lap.

‘Chhichhore’ like Aamir Khan’s ‘3 Idiots’ presents all shades of college life. It juxtaposes past and present of the main characters (team of losers in a hostel) to underscore the importance of trying. It is an emotional, fun film with a message that ‘Trying is more important than winning or losing’.

The older one got excited about the film and created a way to express the message (check the image above). And appreciation from his teacher was icing on the cake.

And it got me thinking – why is winning so important that trying does not count? What is wrong in losing? Losing is important for learning, right? And for experiencing life? Why do we push our kids harder and harder that life becomes nothing but a competition? Why don’t we simply say to our kids – Be A Trier instead of Be A Winner?

So many kids as well as adults would not take drastic steps like committing suicide or getting into drugs, if obsession with winning ends.

Not only kids, ‘being triers’ work for us too. It kind of reminds me of the powerful concept of Nishkama Karmayoga ie desire-less action!

I guess we should try working on ‘being a trier’ and then probably the word will find its way back to relevance and conversation.

Small Things#22 – GHEE MAN!

‘Ghee Man’ is a brand new superhero conceptualized and created by my third grader and kindergartener. And the tag line goes – Ghee Man and the masters of the food-verse.

Fun Facts About the Desi Ghee Man

  1. He is from Ghee planet.
  2. He saves the world by throwing sticky ghee on bad guys.

  3. His ghee rockets make him fly ( like Ironman).

  4. He has muscles 50 ft high because of Ghee power.

  5. He likes to visit and travel to Ghee-verse.

  6. His favorite channel is Ghee18.

  7. His favorite activity is coloring with yellow – Ghee color

(Ghee means clarified butter in Hindi and is regularly used in South Asian cooking.)

This morning, the kids got the idea while eating ‘Aloo Parathas’ cooked in Ghee. They even quickly made their own versions of the mighty Ghee Man. The one above is by older one and this one is by little brother.

The idea of this desi Ghee Man by the kids is quite funny and appealing. It also made me a little nostalgic about the summer holidays coming to an end. I’ll miss their sparkling ideas, fun moments, hugs and the kisses.

My little one would start formal schooling and one important chapter in the life of this SAHM (stay at home mom) will close. Taking care of school going kids is one thing but having small children to care for day and night is quite another. I had the good fortune of enjoying it to the core, of course, with all its challenges and demands. I will miss that!

Well, excuse my ramblings… and I really do hope you liked knowing about the new superhero – the glorious Ghee Man!

Small Things#21 – If the Earth was a Rubik’s cube…

The older brother’s passion for solving a Rubik’s cube has fired the imagination of my five-year-old, lately. He has been trying to imitate the moves of big brother to solve the famous puzzle. “What if the Earth was a Rubik’s cube?” I asked him.

The answer was chatty, funny and thoughtful – “If the Earth was a Rubik’s cube, it would need to be more colorful. The yellow side would be India because it has sand. The white side would be the US because of snow. Orange and red sides would be Australia because many years ago, forest people used red-hot fire to cook there and green side would be Africa because of grasses. The blue side has to be waterfalls…”

Puzzling logic, it got me thinking! what would you say to that…?

(Image – Google)