Bed-times

Secretly mom loves to have me on the bed. You will never catch her admitting this to ANYONE mind you…. No Sir, she wants to be considered a strict disciplinarian , but what she does not know is that all of us, Ria, me and of course G and Ganjoo, even Snookers - know that it’s a sham, a façade carefully built, but so easily crumbled !

All day long she nags me to get off the bed, the sofa - I mean consider this, every single night a white cover is put on the sofa, so who is she kidding? Its for me to sleep on,isn’t it? Then why she goes on about “get off, sparky!’ every time she spots me, I just cant fathom.She knows I sleep there, she makes sure the white cover is on each day, and yet this drama!!

She has tried for 7 long and delicious years filled with jumping on her bed, Ria’s bed, the sofa, the balcony bench, at every given opportunity, but she does not call this particularily inane game[ of trying to stop me] a day yet. I’ve even stopped snapping if they accidentally kick me or even so much as nudge me when I am up [ well, almost but not quite, its not an easy habit to give up you know. But I am on the wagon, I’ll get there yet.] 

You should have seen me at my worst, this was years ago, when I had to be taken to a dog psychiatrist to sort out my ‘alpha male dominant behaviour’ That lady made Mom put away all my toys and bean bags away for a long long time till ‘ I was cured’ and then they were brought back. I was in severe withdrawal for days, but eventually I got over it.

So this is what happens on any typical day. After lunch when she snoozes, and on weekends when Ria joins her, obviously I want to get in too. Then there’s this ‘go away sparky, go to your room’ drama that goes on for a bit, and then I leave the room,  looking back dolefully. They nod off. I wait for the right moment and slowly creep on to the bed, sometimes from mom’s end, sometimes from Ria’s. I know she is awake, from her breathing, but this time she does not say anything and lets me get on. Then slowly but surely, her hand or her toes will curl up on my back- as if she is in deep sleep, and I sigh in contentment.

Drama is her essence, my warm and cuddly Mom’s.But I've got her genes too, ha!