Photo by Akanksha Kar
By Akanksha Kar
A dog’s life is fulfilled by a few things, namely, food, sleep, pooping, love and more food.
My dog’s life consists of a few more things. When Troy eats food, he does not eat dry food or just any old dog food brand. It has to be a special diet wet food shipped in from Australia or he will not eat it. It cannot be human food because he gets sick easily. According to him, his biscuits and treats have to be “Dentastix” or “Scooby Snacks,” although he steals food off people’s hands 99% of the time.
Troy is a very selfish American Cocker Spaniel.
He will never show a care in the world for any of his toys, till someone touches it. If anyone touches his ratty old tennis ball, he will stare at you for ten seconds. Then, he will completely make a fool of himself and dash into the ball and run towards the farthest sofa and push the ball under it. So, when you are sleeping in the middle of the night, Troy will suddenly remember the whereabouts of his ball. After which, you will either wake up because you are sick of the whining and crying or you will wake up because he is physically sniffing around your face and licking it. Either way, you will wake up, just to crouch down under and fetch that ball, just so he can put it back inside the pot of a fake plant in the living room.
No one knows till date why Troy has chosen this one particular spot to place his ball but it does not move from there, that is all we know.
Aside from the ball, no matter how much money you spend on this dog, he will only play with hangers, toilet paper and socks. So just when you are running late and you need to find your socks, expect a few holes here and there. That is my dog, Troy. A seven-year-old American Cocker Spaniel that is more traveled and even more spoiled than any dog I have ever met.
Troy Kar, as my dad has named him, is definitely my dad’s favorite child as I have seen it in life. When he ran out of the bathroom after his bath, rubbed all that wet dog hair onto my bed, the suede white couch and then decided to take a nap on our mahogany wood dining table, my father simply just stared at him and said, “Aww, he must be so tired, poor thing,” and then proceeded to turn the fan on for him. To nap. On top of the dining table. Where the family eats dinner.
Nowadays, Troy has this complex where he cannot be below us. Let me explain. If we are sitting at the table for family tea in the evening, Troy must be sitting on top of a chair to join us. This dog will not tolerate being excluded off any family event. Sometimes my parents look at me and tell me to learn family values from this pup. It has come to that now.
If that was not enough, one day, my dad decided that it was time for his second child to continue the Kar Family Tradition. So, he had me buy a red polo t-shirt from Ralph Lauren with his name on it. Embroidered. Troy has worn it once in his entire life.
Now of course, Troy’s only stress in life is his dinner time. Even then, he knows he will get some sort of “gourmet” food in his bowl. Apart from that, this dog has a huge bed, made for dogs like a great dane, but he will still choose the white couch near the books in our living room, to sleep on.
There have been moments where I have questioned whether my dog has hung around too many cats because he certainly behaves like one. One time, Troy was playing with the ball in our formal living room, which neither my dad or I have access to according to the woman of the house, but Troy being Troy, runs, slides on the marble floor and bumps into a few Terracotta warrior statues that dad had brought back from travels to China.
Guess who took the blame.
The sad part is that I was not even in the country when it happened. I still had to hear over the phone that it was my fault that Troy plays in the formal living room because I did not train him. These kinds of days made me realize that I finally got the sibling I never wanted. Nonetheless, his face and his puppy eyes let him get away with practically everything.
If anyone knew our family, they would know that we travel A LOT. Practically every week to a month, one of us at least is catching a flight somewhere. So one time, when dad was about to leave for a trip to India, had his suitcase packed with a lot of expensive chocolates and treats, almost ready to shut it. We were noticing Troy was not as perky of late or causing mischief somewhere, whichever usually comes first, so we thought maybe he is just tired. Next thing you know, I hear my name being called as loudly as ever from the other floor of the house and as I go to investigate, it became very evident why Daddy Kar was not at all pleased, to say the least. Troy snuck into his bag and ate everything.
For a little while, we were in shock because we did not know if Troy was going to die from eating all that chocolate so we rushed him to the vet. Got some meds, Troy refused to take, by the evening he just puked out everything and was back to normal like nothing ever happened.
I guarantee you, even though Troy does all this, Dad still cherishes him. When we went on long holidays and had to leave him in a kennel, Dad used to book him the “doggy suite” which had air-conditioning and a hammock. Yes. A hammock.
Troy has had his fair share of flying around too. From Singapore, he went to Australia, to Dubai, to India and more than one part of India. I still have not traveled first class. But my dog has.