Our dog's name is Mia.
My husband Bapoorau and I adopted her from the SPCA in Visakhapatnam in June of 2010. She was born some time in May 2010 making her 18 months old right now. She was brought into the shelter along with her mom and three other siblings.
Her mom belonged to the watchman of an apartment building who pretty much disowned her when she had the (rather out of season) pups. I think people complained and then the SPCA was called in. Mia was the only pup to survive.
Her mom is still at the VSPCA.
The people at the VSPCA told us how happy they were that we were adopting her because they were sure that a black female dog would never get adopted.
Anyway, right now we live in Tamil Nadu, Mia thoroughly enjoying the 18 hour car ride from Visakhapatnam.
She's the first dog that I've ever had; growing up, my family were big cat-lovers. I always thought of dogs as rather silly, as I think a lot of cat-people do. But needless to say, she has now firmly found her way into my heart and I can't imagine life without her.
She was really the most adorable little puppy, very healthy and full of energy.
We had read somewhere that the secret to toilet-training a dog was to lavishly praise them when you caught them in the act. So whenever we would see Mia peeing we would tell her she was a very, very good girl. And because she so smart, any time she did anything naughty (eat books, hide cell phones, steal socks, attack house-plants) she would run straight to the garden and pee! It was impossible to yell at her, she got away with anything.
I love the fact that Mia doesn't really listen to me and has a big spirit all her own. She can be a noisy dog, with an intense dislike of our water delivery boy but she is mostly warm and affectionate. She loves to play her version of fetch which involves her prancing in front of you with a ball in her mouth but not letting you take it from her.
She is wonderfully behaved when we take her out to public places, to such an extent that I can hardly believe it's her.
I suppose like a lot of dogs, she loves to sleep on her back with her legs in the air, chase crows off the roof and eat corn off the cob.
She brings so much joy and wonder and laughter into our lives. I really don't know how anyone can live without a dog!
Photos and story: Snigdha Ehm and Bapoorau Chidambaram
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