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A man went to police station for filing report for his missing wife:
Man: I lost my wife (misty)
Inspector: What is her height?
Man: I never noticed
Inspector: Slim or healthy
Man: Not slim can be healthy
Inspector: Colour of eyes
Man: Never noticed
Inspector: Colour of hair
Man: Changes according to season
Inspector: What was she wearing
Man: Saree/suit/ I don’t remember exactly
Inspector: Was somebody with her?
Man: Yes my Labrador dog, Romeo, tied with a golden chain, height 30 inches, healthy, blue eyes, blackish brown hair, his left foot thumb nail is slightly broken, he never barks, wearing a golden belt studded with blue balls, he likes non veg food, we eat together, we jog together…. And the man started crying…..
Inspector: Lets search for the dog first !!!!!!!
It may sound wrong, but I am drawn to Labradors. When I see a fat golden Lab waddle down the street, I feel an irresistible urge to make friends with it. If I have the good fortune of meeting a Lab puppy, it becomes difficult for bystanders to tell if the cooing sounds are emanating from the puppy or the Strange Girl. I like dogs in general but Labs are special for me. They're (often) fat, lazy and vacuous but they're also beautiful, eager and intelligent. So, one sleepless night recently, I began thinking about why I feel such kinship with Labs and I came up with what my good friend J has affirmed is a work of genius.
It wouldn't be fair to not share, so here goes.
Why Vidya is really a Labrador in disguise:
1) We are actually quite similar, despite belonging to different species. We are smart but love to act ditsy from time to time. Who wants to be brooding and intense when being giggly, girly and air-headed is so much more fun? Look closely at a Lab to see the resemblance. Why walk halfway down the hall to get a ball when just making puppy faces at the master will suffice?
2) We are loyal friends and will wag our tails even when people are mean to us. Ok, so maybe this one is a bit of a stretch. I have been known to bite occasionally, but for the most part, I give loved ones a wide berth even when they're moody or nasty with me. Take that cat person in my life, my mum. She's a delight at most times: generous, witty and rib-tickling funny. But she can unleash her claws when you least expect it. But I'm always Lab-like around her: warm, demonstrative, eager for her approval and in absolute awe of her charisma. I wouldn't have it any other way.
3) We have an insatiable need to be cuddled and kissed by loved ones. The only difference between a Lab and me is that I don't lick anyone's face to show my love. Ok, that just sounds wrong. What I mean is that I'm a full-on huggie-kissie kinda girl. I dispense kisses generously and I demand them back -- with interest.
4) Finally, we are very lazy and tend to become fat easily. This point is self-explanatory. What a glorious way to end this valuable discourse.
Are there any insights you'd add to this treatise?