If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
If I could impart one understanding to my pet, it would be the ability to reciprocate with my emotions during mood swings, adjusting accordingly to help me get through the day.
Tag: pet
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Best food
If you are uncomfortable with discussions about eating meat or the process of obtaining it, feel free to skip this part. I’ll be sharing some insights into my food habits today.
As a non-vegetarian, I enjoy eating meat at least once or twice a week. My preference leans towards chicken and fish, as I find them more appealing than other types of meat. While I occasionally consume meat from the jungle, chicken and fish remain my top choices.
Duck or turkey meat is considered a luxury for me, and I don’t have the opportunity to indulge in them frequently. Additionally, I personally find their taste not comparable to that of chicken or fish.
However, I do experience a sense of guilt when animals, particularly those familiar to me or considered as pets, are involved. If an animal were my pet, I would hesitate to consume it. This sentiment is one reason why I avoid keeping pets, as I find it emotionally challenging to let them go.
This sensitivity extends to my friendships as well. I am selective about who I accept as a friend, as I struggle with the idea of letting people go from my life, much like my sentiments towards pets.
While I enjoy eating meat and exploring different cooking styles, I prefer sticking to familiar options and may be hesitant to try unfamiliar dishes.
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POPPY the best of all!
Favorite animal? I don’t have a specific favorite, but if I were to choose, it would be dogs. I remember we had a dog named POPPY when we were young. POPPY was a faithful companion who seemed to understand our language and had a great affection for us. It would even hunt down small animals that posed a threat to our crops and accompany my dad on hunting trips. Unfortunately, POPPY passed away around the age of 10 or 11.
After that, my parents couldn’t bring themselves to adopt another dog. Some dogs we had later either got lost at a young age or were unfortunately hit by vehicles, especially since we live near the National highway. I miss having such loyal friends around. I recall how, when POPPY was with us, I could confidently stay with my younger siblings in my parents’ absence at night. We knew that POPPY wouldn’t allow anyone to harm us. It used to sleep right outside our bedroom instead of its kennel when our parents were away, guarding us throughout the night without taking a nap. I wish I could meet a dog like POPPY again.