Oh Baby Baby

Dear Baby V,

A weird feeling has come over me. I don't know what it is. It puzzles me a fair amount, so I am looking at your dull semi-awake face for some clarity.

Why are we here, baby V? What is our purpose? Do I exist merely to make sure that the feeding bowl gets filled 3 times a day? Do you exist merely for the aunties and uncles to come in and have something to say "OOOOHHHH CHOOOO CHWWWWWEEEETTTT!!!111" to?

Why are we here, baby V?

I have a feeling this is what they call mid-life crisis. You know, there comes a time in every puppy's life when it must evaluate what has happened until this moment and plan for the future. I know I should not be disappointed - I have in you and Mr. and Dr (Mrs.) Iyengar a very caring and responsible family, but I still feel something is missing.

Sigh, why are we here, baby V?

When I was a little puppy (much littler than I am now), I had dreams. Not the explicit kind, although I get those as well, but dreams - plans for my future as a big doggie. I dreamed that I would have a nice dogly bark, I would terrorise the birds in the garden. I dreamed I would be big and authoritative. I dreamed I could growl and bark and chase the postman when he delivers the letters for the day, and maybe even the newspaper man if I found the drive to wake up that early in the morning.

I was an ambitious little pup, baby. Now look at me. The birds chatter loudly as if to mock me. I am halfway between a yap and a woof - no aggressive, loud bark for Puppy Manohar. I think sometimes I need female canine company. But sadly, the only things females are interested in are funny email forwards and sad, metaphorical poetry.

I'm glad I have you. Everytime you throw your little sponge ball into the garden and I run after it, I feel as if my existence is validated, even if only for a little while.

Thank you for everything, baby V.

North South East West,
you are the very best.

With licks of love,

Puppy Manohar

I Snoop; I'm a doggie dog!