More pumbaastic updates

Itโ€™s been long since I wrote this and this about him. It’s time for some more.

  • In another 3 days, he will turn two! Oh my god. How time flies. Beeg boy he is now; only, he doesn’t know that, and refuses to even want to know ;).
  • He had an attack of gluten allergy recently. The last time I was home, no matter how lightly you pat him, anywhere on his body, he’d be extremely ticklish. Took him to the vet who said it could be a gluten problem. Asked us to avoid giving him his favourite chappatis and cake and generally all things sweet. Poor baby. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
  • Whenever my brother raises his voice (generally in frustration at technology issues), Pumbaa runs to pacify him, thinking his presence can make everything alright. And well, works like a charm, every single time ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Whenever I video chat with my folks back home, I call out to Pumbaa, with a few words ONLY I use on him. He comes, peers at the screen for a while, registers my face…and then goes mad, wags his tail furiously…and eventually jump on my brother or Amma, whoever is sitting there ๐Ÿ˜€
  • The moment he realises he may have done something wrong, he bolts and hides under the sofa ๐Ÿ˜€ He thinks we can’t reach him there. Happened twice last time i was home, and how much I laughed! We were all sitting around the dining table in the evening, having tea. Pumbaa was also lying beside my chair. Amma slowly stepped around him, and in the process knocked over her cup of tea. And I loudly asked “What are you doing Amma?”…and Pumbaa bolted. ROFL. Took a lot of convincing before he believed he was not at fault for the spilt tea. A day later, I was playing tug with him, and as I let go of his toy, he jumped towards me with the toy dangling from his mouth. It came and hit me on my nose, right where I’d pierced it. And I went “Ouch”. In fact, I did not make a sound. I just stiffened, and clutched my face. And he bolted. ROFL. Despite the pain and the million stars dancing around, I had to get down on all fours to convince him he didn’t do anything, and was still my sweetheart ๐Ÿ™‚
  • He gets two boiled eggs every morning, between 10 and 12. Wherever he is — terrace, near the gate, in my brother’s room, in a slumber — at the sound of shell cracking, he’s at Amma’s side! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
  • Whenever Amma goes out, he goes into depression. From the time she dresses up till she actually leaves, he’s this nicechild — all love, convincing her that it’s absolutely safe to take him along too. And when she actually does leave, he cocks his head to the right and looks at her, asking “How can you!?” Awww moment it always is. And no matter what treat she leaves him with, he refuses to eat till she’s back. And when she returns, he grabs the abandoned treat, goes to his ‘snack bar’ and munches on it, as if to say “Oh!I’m busy, and don’t really care you’re back, you abandoner!” ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Amma made him an excellent bed, got him accustomed to using a pillow and everything. It lasted for 2 days. He prefers the settee in the living room ๐Ÿ˜€ Being the sensible one he is, he knows NOT to get on it during the day. And when it is bed time, dad brings out his bed sheet and covers the settee with it. All the while Pumbaa keeps trotting from one side to the other, impatient to get on it. It is only when dad says “OK” that he gets on it, though. Darling.
  • He hates ticks being plucked out of him. but the moment we take on out, he gets all restless, and has to be allowed to peer/sniff at it before we kill it ๐Ÿ˜€ Such a funny sight it is!
  • He loves the fisher woman that comes to our place. All the while that she’s at work cutting and cleaning the fish Amma buys, he sits by her side, giving her company. He does NOT lick at the fish. He has no plans to run off with a piece. No hidden agendas. Just wants to patiently sit by her side, making sure she doesn’t feel lonely. She loves him too, which is a good thing. Calls him her “muthu” (pearl/something precious) there. Cuteness overload. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Whatever we buy — stationery, clothes, all non-vegetables — have to be given to him to sniff, and approve for use ๐Ÿ˜€ It’s funny how he religiously sniffs every single item, then walks away without claiming any of the items. Chakkara. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Dad buys a kilo of beef every Sunday, then chops it up and divides it into 6 equal packs and stores in the freezer; taking one measure out everyday for his meal. Every Sunday, as Dad chops the beef, Pumbaa sits beside him patiently, drooling a sea around him, catching with precision the few pieces dad tosses at him ๐Ÿ™‚ Want to learn the art of patience? Be with Pumbaa during Sunday beef session ๐Ÿ˜€

What hasn’t changed

  • The ass sniffing ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • Understanding every.single.thing we say about/to him ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Loving us unconditionally; being loved right back, equally unconditionally ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Being a blessing ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Being a joy to be around ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Being the light of our lives ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Being Pumbaastic ๐Ÿ™‚

Thatโ€™s all for now. Again, for certain people who โ€œturn to mush seeing his picsโ€, here are some of the more recent pics on his very own page. Scroll right down!

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11 thoughts on “More pumbaastic updates

  1. I was reading this post going all moody… remembering and missing Pumba (I pounced on it the moment the title reflected in my header! ๐Ÿ˜€ ) and going even more moody remembering ๐Ÿ˜ฆ …a piece of my heart…

    And then my grin was back in place in your last sentence!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ You dedicated it to me? Little old MOI? Awwwwww……….. ok wait, before I melt seeing the pics, let me comment on your post!! :mrgreen:

    Gluten attack eh? Our vet used to tell us to feed Joji as minimum sugar as possible, and that it would lead to hairfall as well as other problems. Of course, the little greedy bugger that he was, he would anyway gulp down the itsy bitsy bits we would give him!

    Hahah I could totally imagine the Skype session! Considering you already told me about it once! ๐Ÿ˜€ Cho cute!

    ROFL!!! Hahahaha…. totally cracked me up? Someone jumps and he bolts!! “Njan onnum cheythilla, enne kollalleeee” ๐Ÿ˜†

    Haha yep, Joji used to react similarly to my mother when he realized she was going out. He hated it. And then he would play all attitude when she came back and tried to cuddle him. Me? I’d just shake him till his teeth rattled in case he gave me attitude! :mrgreen: Oh yaaaa he would react exactly the same when Amma sat to collect his ticks. He needed to shown them for inspection. ๐Ÿ˜€

    Fisherwoman calls him muthe? Wow! ๐Ÿ˜ฏ Ok that IS cuteness overload. No wonder Vimmuuu said avan sugar pidichu chavumennu! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    Sniff….sniff ๐Ÿ˜ฆ He’s growing up, isn’t he? Too fast!

    The ass sniffing
    Understanding every.single.thing we say about/to him
    Loving us unconditionally; being loved right back, equally unconditionally
    Being a blessing
    Being a joy to be around
    Being the light of our lives
    Being Pumbaastic

    Sigh. Amen. Hope he always remains the same. Well, except the ass sniffing, that is! ๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ˜›

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