A Welcome Infiltration

Lotsa work going on at home these days. Getting a split AC installed and a new set of sliding windows too.

I was on call with a vendor, walking around the house discussing a few parameters for the house project. The window workmen were outside in the lobby hacking away on some last minute changes in channels they found to be "zara jyaada lamba" and the noise from their activity was amplified further since my front door was kept ajar.

There I was in the living room, deep in conversation when I looked up and saw the infiltrator sneaking into the room. Sporting a clean and shiny brown coat was our intruder. His height wasn't daunting but it left me perplexed anyhow. I stopped dead in my tracks. He stared back, not budging a inch. And then he moved in closer...

He brushed past my leg, constantly sniffing the surroundings and everything within it. A Boxer he was.. possibly 4 months old. He seemed so carefree and inquisitive about everything - it was a sight to see. I hung up my call and whistled at him. He turned around and angled his head quizzically for a moment and then continued on his sniffing spree with that little bobtail wagging furiously. I tried calling out to him using sounds and noises of sorts, handicapped by the fact that I didn't know his name. He did listen though. Alright.. so now I had to get him out of here and to his owner.

I had a hunch I'd seen him going to the 15th floor, so I grabbed a handful of kela wafers and biscuits and lured him out of the house. My mom having got back from the market stood outside the lift with her mouth open when she saw me with the Boxer. After quickly explaining the scene I went up the stairs, holding out a bite for the new friend every 4 steps. He obediently followed. Something told me he was well trained. Somehow in his excitement for the tit bits I was offering him, he scampered ahead and as Murphy's Law rang into my head, sped through someone's open door on the 12th floor. A few seconds later I heard screams.

So I was in there again, explaining what happened and soon enough I was out again. Once I reached the 15 floor, I wasn't sure how to go about asking for the owner. So I tried spending some time with Boxer boy. "Sit! " I gestured. And he did. Without a seconds delay. I was impressed -- indeed he was well trained. I gave him another biscuit coupled with a few wafers. He gobbled them instantly. Then I heard someone coming up the stairs and this lil kid in a blue tshirt looked very worried when I saw him. On seeing my new friend, he let out a sigh of relief and beckoned , "C'mon Boxy! Time to go."

And so Boxy followed his lil master down the steps, a little hesitantly I might add, for 2-3 times he looked back and ran back to me and showed his appreciation for the pampering I did earlier. So I obliged him with another biscuit and the rest of the wafers.

How unexpected and most pleasant an anecdote.