The ambition of youth and the contentment of maturity 😊Motu, our beige pug is around three years now. Since he came to us, a year back, as a fully – grown youngster, to now, there’s been a change in him. He’s more confident and let’s his adorable personality shine through. He aches for the outdoors. When he can’t go because of the heat he finds doors to look out through… He’s my soul-dog I feel 😊… We both are happiest amongst fallen leaves and growing grass, we can sit together for hours as long as we can feel the breeze on our face.Bobbie, has turned inwards. Where the youngster looks out, the senior looks in. He looks in to check who all are in the room. Does he have enough company here… Not for him the adventures of the outdoors, he’s ‘been there, done that’ now he knows, all that matters is breathing the same air as his humans 😊.Is it an age related thing I wonder? The young ones believe that all that’s good in life, lives beyond the four walls, the old ones know, it is within… 💕#BobandMotu #dogtales #❣️
My mom sketched me today
She said I had a lovely smile 🤭
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I enjoy making a quick sketch of my pet. After the initial lines, it’s just about filling in colours and giving it some depth. It’s always a fun and rewarding experience 😊
We adopted an adult pet a week back.
He needed a home and somehow, it didn’t take much deliberation. As a family we decided to go ahead.
My son and I went to pick Mitthu up. He, being the friendly fellow that he is, greeted us with warmth and some tail wags. After sitting with his family for about half an hour, we had to head home. He accompanied us happily, his family coming out in full force to see him off. Even as he sat in the car, it didn’t strike him that he was being taken away from the only family he ever knew in his little life. All the attachments he had formed, were severed in that moment when I reversed the car with Mitthu sitting happily on my son’s lap, looking out of the window with glee.
Our journey home was uneventful. Reaching home was a different matter altogether. There is already a pet there who has staked a claim over our home and hearts. How difficult it must be for him to relinquish some of that love. He lets us know this by shadowing every member, as best as his little legs permit, his eyes confused and worried… Seeking reassurance.
Mitthu had been rechristened Motu. He has marked his territory with all the fervour of a young gun. I have raided pet shops for sprays, that promise to prevent “repeat markings”. Little realising that “marking” is the only thing he wants! So all corners of our bedroom, most curtains, office bags, wrappings from Amazon, have fallen prey to his determined spray 🤨.
A new bed has been brought for him, New toys too.. But its something else his eyes search for, his expectant gaze looks for someone else to walk through the door. Meanwhile, Bob, our older pet, tries hard to hang on to our affection by trying to snarl this invader away.
Through all of this, I see rays of hope. Everytime the two share a water bowl or cuddle in one bed, is a small victory for the spirits desire to seek love and make its peace with altered circumstances in life…. I am learning so much about loving, losing and loving again… I am learning about acceptance and hope, all through two of the smallest members of our family… 😊