After college,
Richa took me to her place to finish our EV project. We had hardly reached the
door when her puppy came running to her, jumping with joy the way I did when my
Dad permitted me to go on my first school trip. He (I later found out it was a
male Spitzs, 1 year old) had long, thick, white fur and pointed ears and
muzzles. The tail curved over his back. He licked Richa’s face. I couldn’t help
sneering and stepped back for the inherent fear in humans for dogs. Richa
introduced me to him and made us shake hands. He sniffed me all over before
allowing me to enter their house. Once back home at night, as I rang the bell,
I imagined a similar puppy leaping from inside. Alas! None did.
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