Everybody loves stories. Here is one story which is a subtle attempt at imagining a dog’s insight on the people around it. A pet dog belonging to an owner living in a gated community, where the people are not even close to being animal friendly, let alone dogs, is always chained on his regular walks. One fine day he notices that the main gate is open and seizes his chance at exploring the beautiful world by himself. However, he encounters certain situations he is very unfamiliar with. So let us now imagine that this dog could be journaling. What will his entry for that particular day account for? We won’t know until we read further and let our imaginations take the better of us! So here is how this story or like the title says, diary entry goes;
It has been a very interesting day for me. A very unusual one as well. My master and I have a very deep bond that has only been strengthening by the day over the last ten years that we have been together. But no matter how much my master loves me, he never considers letting me go on my regular walks by myself, like he used to when I was a puppy. He has been very careful with my leashes and also very particular about double checking if the doors and gates of the house are locked, just in case I was in for meddling around. He may not have given me enough freedom to roam freely in the outside world (like I can stay outside in the horrible climate for very long!) but I have a lot of freedom once I’m inside the boundary walls of this house my master lives in. I even have a big bed to myself with all the soft lovely cushions and fascinating toys that make funny sounds! I am very happy with my master. My system is used to particular timings and my master remembers all of them, my eating timings, sleeping timings, nature calls and all that. He also spends a lot of time talking to me. I don’t really know what he talks about, but it makes me feel good that he sticks around and strokes my fur. My master takes immense pride in me. I must probably be the best German shepherd ever. I do not lack anything but I sometimes wondered what it would be like to roam about on the roads unchained and go a bit farther than the places my master usually takes me to.
Interestingly and much to my fancy, today master got busy elsewhere leaving the gate wide open. In these ten years, he has never done that. He was always extremely cautious about me running out. I cannot speak the language he speaks but he really needs to trust me that this house is as much home to me as it is to him. No matter where I went, I would come back. Which dog wants to be deprived of the comfort!
It took me quite some time to decide if I wanted to stay in like master would want me to, or do I take this chance, probably the first and the last chance ever, at experiencing for myself, how it feels like to be free on the roads like the other dogs on the streets. I got up and looked around; master was nowhere to be seen. I knew this was the time. I began walking towards the gate and when I heard no one around, I ran towards the road. I don’t even remember how far I ran at the first go, but it felt nice to feel my muscles getting worked up and the breeze felt refreshing on my face and tongue. I stopped finally, I reckoned I wasn’t far from home, the scents around were familiar. Everybody stared at me as they passed by. I find people really interesting, they are each so different and move about differently. All of master’s friends adore me. There is this one particular friend of master’s who pulls at my face a lot. I find it funny but nonetheless, I like it.
I started running again and I stopped when I found this bunch of little humans playing with a ball. I had this sudden urge of plunging at the ball, but I sat back down because those little humans were just randomly running all over the place and screaming. My master was always extra careful when these little humans were around me, probably they are harmful! So I just sat back and looked from a distance. After sometime all the little humans dispersed and only one stayed back alone in the middle of the road with the ball. I felt maybe I could go play with it now. As I reached the boy, he was startled and tripped over a stone and fell and he was suddenly screaming. I didn’t know what was happening. In a moment’s time, the other little humans had returned and were throwing stones at me. I turned around and barked at them. Why would they do that? After a while there were grown up humans charging towards me with huge sticks. I was terrified. Few stones hit me and I yelped with pain. I turned around and made a run for my life. What kind of creatures were they? What were they doing in this world which is otherwise so beautiful? What did I do to them to infuriate them such?
Maybe I’ll never know! Maybe this is why master is so protective of me! In spite of all the sharp teeth and claws, it’s them who are more dangerous! None of the humans that visit master are of this kind.
Well, after today, one thing I’m sure about is that, I’m never doing what master doesn’t want me to. I’ve had enough of an adventure for a lifetime, nearly got myself killed and disappointed master. I hope he forgives me!”
So that’s the end of the diary entry. I stay in a gated community that does not approve of pets, dogs in particular and hence I came up with this. And I know the dog’s language may be a continual reminder of Dobby (the house elf in Harry Potter) but nonetheless, its a work of fiction and I hope you enjoyed it!