Oh! Thank you Bea

Oh! Thank you Bea, for single handedly, being the greatest joy of my life. Isn’t it? How will I ever thank you enough for all the luscious licks and the, rather painful, little nose bites every morning I wake up. Opening my eyes I see your heavy grasping breathing mouth, peeping over the bed. How tiring it must be for u to make the effort of stretching yourself to stand up to the rim of the Bed. Has to be quite a herculean unimaginable labor for your little petite body! That early Morning glimpse of your beautiful deep black innocent eyes that make me feel what a man could have never make me feel. How easily you transcend through those huge black eyes the ever unspoken words “Wake the Fuck up and gimme some fucking attention, willya!!?”

The smell of your early morning breath, works like a miracle. It’s like smelling the fresh brewing Coffee on a lazy winter morning. Spur of the moment reminds me to look around if the House is still on the place I left it for the night. God forbids, nature earth can be very defeating and unpredictable! I can’t Thank you enough for showing such humility in watching over the House while I was peacefully sleeping like a baby while u were effortlessly empting the Dustbins, Cleaning the Dirty filthy corner dust, clearing the shoe rack and running the chores ruthlessly thrust upon you. How impeccably you swipe and sweep the entire floor using your precious canine, fur and paw! Making me feel all the more useless and sluggish, for the nights peaceful indulgence of sleep. You fail me effortlessly in all the endeavors I make to find one inch untouched and uncared for floor.

I learn lessons of Obedience from you, Bea. Every time I restlessly look for you and call out you name, each time you show up. If not my eyes and ears look and trace every move you make. I convey my sincere regards and do apologies for using and misusing the syllabus “b” innumerous amounts of time, more so for redundantly using the obnoxiously, high pitched vocals. The resilient you still show up, each time with so familiar yet surprising new expressions. It meticulously puts to words the untold story of another triumph, another victory, another never succumbing tale of true free spirit.

Finally, Picking up and cleaning every bit of shredded paper and “things”, you do make realize how easily you could replaced a free monkey in a banana factory. And here I am, forsaken and authoritarian, mercilessly ripping you of all the freedom and glimmer of joy from your unfulfilling, unsatisfied hunger of Life. Oh forgive me Bea, for not being the enabler, which I thrive to become. For I seldom fail!