Cheeku Turns 10

Ten years ago, this cutie pie came into our lives!

After a few months of calling him by various names (Fluffy, Snowy, Kaju, to name a few), we settled on the name ‘Cheeku,’ mainly because he consistently responded to it. So in a way, Cheeku chose his own name.

This week he turned 10 years old. We got him when he was about a month old. We don’t know his actual birth date, but we calculated it should be around December 15 and that’s the day we celebrate.

Though a senior dog now, he’s on the whole healthy. He still jumps up on our bed (which is forbidden to him) when he thinks no one’s looking; leaps from sofa to sofa sometimes when he is just back from a walk and feeling a little extra hyper; and runs away with a sock or a wet rag.

But age is catching up with him and, off and on, he’s troubled with skin issues or aches and pains. This birthday, Cheeku woke up with a stiff neck. He couldn’t bend his neck all the way down to get to his food bowl. When we put the bowl a little higher though, he devoured all his food. We took him to the vet, who prescribed some medicines for five days. On the way back, we got a new coat for Cheeku.

In the evening, I baked him a carrot and chicken pie/cake with potato frosting. I tried to spell out his name with dry food pellets, but ran out of space and used the shorter version of his name – “Chiku”.

Here are some pics from Cheeku’s birthday. On the whole, I think he enjoyed the day.

Yumm! But why did ya misspell my name? Couldn’t ya make a bigger cake?

Published by Leena T Pandey

I have been reading voraciously since the age of five when I first discovered the joys of reading. I would lap up anything in print. Unrolling an emptied newspaper cone with one hand, stuffing roasted peanuts in my mouth with the other, all the while devouring the printed content on the cone with my eyes, was one of my first experiences in hedonistic pleasure. In fact, sometimes I feel that I am on an adventurous journey through the secret dreamworld of other people's imaginations, interspersed with occasional visits to my own life to attend events like graduation, first job, marriage, and so on. As a true-blue reader, I think I am uniquely qualified to comment on and critique other people's works of labour. I can tell exactly what puts the average reader to sleep, what sets their pulse racing, and what has them salivating for more. Write to me at leenatpandey@gmail.com. View more posts