Today I had some prior engagements that needed attention, so my partner was juggling home-office, baby and Poochie. At the end of my meeting when I switched off aeroplane mode – I received a photo of my two men: le petit homme et le grand homme. Wishing me the best for my endeavours. Then I […]
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#Poochie: Ode to my Dog
I see my dog turning old, lose skin under her neck, I see her sleeping more and more, nodding off as she pretends to stay awake. I sit there talking to someone, a person who promises the world to me. I take my book and open a page – last poems I published about an […]
Day 57: Poochie bath-time
Giving Poochie a bath doesn’t need coaxing. It’s easy as she trusts me with it. But that might not be the case for other dogs. And bathing a dog while being pregnant is not an easy task. Small to medium dogs are perhaps easier to handle than the big ones. Still I feel I am […]
Day 21: How did she react?
One of the things that made me adore my doggue-baby even more is that she knew I was pregnant way before we did. She kept staring at me with bright inquisitive eyes, head tilted, from far. Then she’d come to me, sniffing my leg until I’d pick her up … and then she licked my […]
Poochie: The Love Diary
Poochie, my almost eleven year old dog-child, barks at every footstep passing by our entrance door. She has taken to constant vigilance at old age and is skeptical of anyone or anything new. Gives me resentful looks if I am on my way out without her and when I’m home she looks at me – […]
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 