Jerry

Training a dog is no mean feat. People take pride in watching there pet perform at there slightest cue. Jerry has done well in the training department. He has trained we well enough to "perform" as and when he feels like going out for The Royal potty, The Royal meal, The Royal morning sleep, of course on top of my bed, among other "Tricks".

Unfortunately,my maid has not got as much time to train as yours truly. And she has to bear the brunt. How dare she, Jerry appears to be thinking, when she carelessly tosses his basket while wiping the floor, or touches his trencher. And the events that follow, are best left untouched. I had to use all my selling and convincing skills to establish my civility in the neighbourhood, after the maid last ran out of house, screaming, cloths torn and displaced. Jerry, the sweet thing wouldn't do that, Patel auntie says.

And what about the Dirty dance i would like to ask her. Was it me who Jumped in the tub, while the Poor maid was trying to wash some clothes, and then lick her face, like an icecream, and go on dancing on freshly wiped floor?? Or is it me, who hides her not so clean chappals, everyday?

Looks are deceptive, Patel Auntie has to learn better, or i'll have to clean my mess myself, and that of Jerry's.