The paws behind Paws Awhile: Paws 1 to 4

Aren’t you awestruck by my good looks? Well, I am paws 1 to 4 behind this initiative called Paws Awhile, and my name is Shundari. How apt! Because “Shundari” means “Pretty lady” in Bengali.

I am an INDog. Pure and unadulterated. I live with my mom (the one who writes this blog), my grandma and grand pop, and a whole lot of my pawsy relatives, in Kolkata.

When I was a few months old, I wandered into this nice and quiet locality with my sister, Kalzie (the paws 5 to 8 of Paws Awhile). We were stranded and separated from our parents, and quite bewildered. As luck would have it, this was the area where mom lived.

She took a liking to us right away, and biscuits and rice-chicken became our daily fare at mom’s place. She didn’t take us in immediately because Grandma is scared of dogs. But we started living in her driveway.

We had a nice life, but there were always rowdy boys from the neighborhood who would do anything to tease us. They would tie crackers to our tails, ride on our backs, and would some times throw brickbats at us just for the fun of it.

Mom, and grandpa always chased them away. So I didn’t worry about them much. You see, I was the quiet one of the two. Now, Kalzie has a bit of a short fuse, but that’s a story that she will tell you. The funny part of my story was that for a long time mom and everyone else thought that I couldn’t bark. How funny! Look at me now! I am the leader of the rowdy gang in our house.

It’s been more than five years since we met Mom. We are big girls now. In between, I have given birth to three litters. Unfortunately, only one of my pups have survived to become a big strong dog today. He is paws 9 to 12 of Paws Awhile. You can see his pic on mom’s Entrecard widget. Isn’t he handsome? His name is Arya.

Most of my pups have lost their lives because they were run over by jealous men who don’t like dogs. I could do little but watch helplessly. It hurt like hell… but I am only a dog. What can I do? One year, a car ran over three of my puppies at once. When mom saw what happened, she decided that it was it. She wasn’t going to let my pups get hurt again.

So here we are, in Mom’s care. Arya, or Aru, as mom calls him is a big boy now. He is almost two. Two of my girls, Roopsha and Jiya also lived their short lives in relative ease. We have a great family here, me and my kid, Kalzie and her kids, mom and grandma and grandpop. There is also a surrogate boy called Poppy. He is not related to us, but he is exceptionally handsome… I quite like him. Aru doesn’t.

Anyway… I am so glad that mom decided to write this blog. Everyone thinks we are dogs of no value and cannot be kept as family in their homes. I hope this blog proves them wrong. We are the oldest dog breed in the world, and very proud of our bloodline.

Hey, will you be our friend? We are nice and cuddly and cute, and very dynamic. We are like movie stars. Now be our friend and be cool. Okay? Just subscribe to mom’s blog, and you will get to know mindboggling stuff about us.

Okay… mom is asking me not to be so shameless, so I am not going to ask you to subscribe again. But do come back… we love old friends. All of us. And we will be wagging our tails and waiting for you.

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