The Grumpy Family – Part 2

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Vedika Srivastava

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I was roaming around the house trying to get clues on what to expect this Sunday. Both Mrs. and Mr. Grumpy seemed busy preparing some frills, bows, frocks. To my delight, my turn came soon. Mr. Grumpy took me in his arms, gave me a long frothy shower today and to my amazement, dressed me in those frills and frocks. My happiness knew no bounds and my grin reached my ears.

Soon after breakfast, we got into the car, Mr. Grumpy took the driver’s seat, Mrs. Grumpy sat beside him and I was directed to the rear seat since I was dressed too well today to be taken in her arms and spoil my perfect bow alignment with my frills. Let’s not forget the big bright yellow hair band to keep my hair in place and make me look more charming than ever.

Soon we reached a huge ground. The ground was decorated with colorful balloons and beautiful flowers. White pillars were standing at equal distances from each other with each one was adorned with a big bouquet of orchids. Several round tables with chairs around them covered the whole ground. Right in the center, there was a huge stage with breathtaking decorations. We were the first ones to arrive -not surprising – knowing the punctuality of Mr. and Mrs. Grumpy when it came to attending any function or party. I used to appreciate their value for time and at the same time hoped others would also follow suit.

After await, I saw guests coming in and each one of them brought a friend of mine along. Soon I saw the ground filled with the cheers of all my friends. All were smartly dressed; the guys looked dapper in black suits while the gals had wonderful frills and ribbons making them look pretty and attractive.

Soon all of us took the stage and were asked to show our talents. Mr. Grumpy had brought my cycle and encouraged and cheered me as I drove it with an enthusiasm and zeal I had never felt before. Some of my friends showed their skills with big balls on which they could walk and dance. Some of them jumped through rings with such accuracy that even if that ring was aflame they managed to find their way out of it. It was all so inspirational. A treat to watch.

Drinks and snacks were being served while we were presented with cookies and flavored milk. I truly had a blast, my best Sunday so far. I was all thankful and grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Grumpy to have brought me here. Amidst all this fun and glamour, I recalled the drenched street dog that I had seen yesterday from my balcony and wished it too had a home of its own.

After a fun filled day at the grounds, we reached home exhausted. Mrs. Grumpy unlocked the door and gave a huge cry as soon as she stepped in. We made our way inside soon and found that the whole house was a complete mess. It seemed that a burglary had been attempted. Mr. and Mrs. Grumpy entered rooms to make a note of missing things while after sniffing around, I immediately ran outside. My sniffing took me to the mango tree in the courtyard and I smelled something fishy there. Today not only twigs, but branches and leaves lay beneath and there I could see someone hidden between two sturdy branches of the tree. I barked aloud. Mr. Grumpy had dialled the police already and as they made their way inside the house, my bark alerted them about the thief near the mango tree.

He was caught without much of a fight.  We got our valuables back. The ring which was gifted to Mrs. Grumpy yesterday was also found in his bag. The police took all of us to the police station. We were in the money! There was a reward for  his capture and our photographs were clicked.

As I fetched next morning’s newspaper for Mr. Grumpy, he was elated since on the front page our family photo had been published; Mr. Grumpy, Mrs. Grumpy and in their arms, I was held with pride. The news was captioned, ‘Every Dog has its day’ (in its true literal sense.) On one of the pages there were pics of the “Dog Show” I had attended yesterday with a group photo of all my friends as we took the stage by storm, captioned “Dog’s Day Out!”. Mrs. Grumpy brought me my morning dog food now, patted me on the back as I barked, sensing happiness all around.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Vedika is an IT professional. A working mother, who feels that writing is a great stress buster and hence pens down her thoughts whenever she finds time to do so. Life is the best teacher and teaches great lessons, so her words are generally the reflection of her own experiences. Music and gardening are the other two pleasures she rates on par with writing and indulges in them as much as possible. Being a woman has always given her pride and satisfaction, and even more so now that she is part of the 'SiyaWoman' family.

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