Joe Joe , a tiny pup left at the Mother Dairy by a neighbourhood lady . ” Who will take care of his medication “, I enquired from Vivek’s grandpa , owner of the small shop where Joe Joe had been left . Then not waiting for a reply , I rang up my large hearted brother Aman Lekhi a staunch animal lover . ” Aman there’s a small pup at the Mother Dairy . Can I take him to Rana’s clinic for his medical requirements ?” ” Certainly! ” answered Aman .

Thats how I started taking care of Joe Joe along with Kali and a very timid white dog . To keep the Mother Dairy owner Dharmendra and Vivek’s grandpa’s interest alive in these three doggies , small gifts and eatables were sometimes distributed by me amongst them and their friends .

Vivek’s father , Shankar was a severe alcoholic and was seriously unwell . Grandpa was spending a lot of money for his treatment . Being very aged it was becoming exceedingly problematic to handle the depletion of his lifes savings . This led to his becoming very irritable at times .

Joe Joe developed skin infection and was getting medical care at Rana’s veterinary clinic . One day I put his food in front of grandpa’s shop and he was refusing to eat . On seeking permission to place the bowl along the inner side of his shop , grandpa stoutly refused . In a fit of rage I decided to severe my relationship with both the shopkeepers . On my placing the food across the Mother Dairy the owner of the house , a fierce , quarrelsome woman shooed me away . Placing the food on an adjoining lane my decision to not purchase anything from this Mother Dairy was inevitable .

Soon a worry started gnawing me relating to the welfare of my three doggies . Many people in our colony are hostile to street dogs . There have even been cruel instances of poisoning these helpless animals . Realisation dawned that more sensible behaviour should have been adopted and once again comradeship got entrenched between me ,Dharmendra and grandpa .

During the period of our separation , all three of us had delved into significant introspection . This had led to an awareness of the benefits we had been unwittingly obtaining from each other . The mission of helping grandpa with his alcoholic son , Shankar beckoned me . Getting cornflakes and Quaker oats as a source of deflection from liquor , I instructed Vivek to make his father Shankar develop a new and better taste .

It is winter season and grandpa got ” boris “, ( thick sacks ) for Joe Joe and Kali who now sleep at night close to him . The white dog enjoys his haunt under a car .

Whenever an angry impulse captures one’s brain count till ten . A better alternative will automatically destroy the impulse and enthrone itself instead !