19.07.2013, Friday, 1:10 pm

                                                          TAYLOR SKARR’S FIRST EVER GOAL LIST:

[WARNING: THIS LIST IS TO BE ACCOMPLISHED BEFORE 15TH AUGUST 2013 {A.K.A MY BIRTHDAY}]

1. Send “High Expectations” to publishers

2. Write [at least] five short stories  Write [at least] three more stories {I already wrote two!!}

3. Type at least twenty posts on your blogs [easy-peasy lemon squeezy!]  Type at least sixteen posts on your blogs [easy peasy lemon squeezy!] {I already typed out four [two on my other blog, two on this blog] including this one!!} 

4. Boast of at least one article in the newspaper

5. Send something to Creature Companion [a national pet magazine. One of my articles have already been previewed there] N/A I already sent a newly typed article to Creature Companion last night and… [to know what happened after that, READ FURTHER!!]

Yeay!!! As you can see from the above chart, I’ve already finished a TON of stuff on my list. Now I just have to send my novel to publishers, pen a couple of stories and blog [which, as you probably know, I do regularly enough]. 

About the Creature Companion [CC] article thing, what happened is that last night, just before dinner and just after listening to “Here’s to never Growing up” [for the billionth time] by [duh!] the amazing Avril Lavigne, I decided to sit down and jot a short write-up to submit to CC. In a few minutes, I was furiously typing on my mum’s keyboard, oblivious to the external world. 

In exactly thirteen minutes, the whole thing was typed out, and I badgered her till she send it to CC that very same day. Today morning, after I woke and yawned a terrific yawn, mum asked me to come to the study. I drowsily trudged to the RED ROOM [as we call it] and LO AND BEHOLD!!!!!!! On the monitor, mum had opened up an affirmative email from CC. They decided to publish my article!!! I was quite amazed when I heard this, because I was expecting a reply in, I don’t know, a week’s time??

Wait, let me cut that article and post it here… One second….

Hello there!! The name’s Feni. In case you didn’t notice from the photo above [sorry!! Couldn’t paste the pic!!! A thousand apologies!!!! 😛 ], I’m a canine, a Labrador, to be more specific.

I currently reside in a heritage, Portuguese-styled manor located on a sprawling one and a half acre property tucked in the suburbs of beaches-galore, sunny-side-up Goa. On the twenty eighth January, 2011, the world was a drastically better place, because I was born on that very same day [Funny how coincidences work, eh??].

My foster family consists of four members; mummy, daddy, Taylor and Trikaya. To give you an idea of my [not so] lavish lifestyle; let me take you through a typical day of yours truly. Here goes nothing:

I am woken up at the crack of dawn with voices grumbling [done by my adopted sisters], mumbling [that will be indulged by daddy] and persuading [dear old mummy!]. After a lot of urging, my siblings stir from their comfy duvets and begin their “getting-ready-for-school” process which includes scrubbing their teeth, tying their braids and waiting expectantly at the front porch for the driver.

After about five minutes of killing time, the driver finally shows up and bundles Taylor [the elder one] and Trikaya [the younger one] into his rickety van. Both the siblings wave at us till the vehicle rambles out of sight. My emotions, at this time, are hard to explain. You see, when the two girls leave for school every morning, I feel devastated because, all said and done, I really love those kids. On the other hand, I also feel pleased, because their constant chatter and futile attempts to get me to “run-a-bit-of-that-fat-off” [as they unkindly put it] really gets me slapping my head in frustration.

Moving on, as soon as the bus disappears behind the thickets, mummy trudges inside and beckons for me to follow. I oblige by prancing off the steps and darting next to her. She pats my head and murmurs something that’s inaudible to my ears [however sensitive they might be].

Mummy ushers me inside and shuts the heavy teak front door. I lick her right foot as if to say, ‘You dealt with that situation well, mummy. Kudos to you!’ She smiles at me like as if she understands, but I know she didn’t. I’m smart enough to know that when I try to say something to her [or any human, for that matter], it comes out as a weird, croak-of-a-bark. That’s not at all how I hear it, but maybe human ears are made with different stuff, you know?? Like salt… Nah, just kidding.

Anyway, I curl up in my special bed and snooze for a few more hours. If I don’t get my eight hours of beauty sleep every night, my face gets all wrinkly like Grandma Patricia [no, she not my foster grandmother. She’s myreal paternal, doggie grandma] and, believe me, you don’t want your dog to sport that look. *SHUDDER!!*

In a couple hundred minutes, mummy wakes up for the second time that day. Only difference is, this time she’s waking up for good. I faithfully follow mum around the house. The maids have arrived half-an-hour ago, and mummy takes her daily inspection tour of the house. After she’s satisfied about the Chinese figurines being dusted well, she scoops some bread and milk and serves it to me for breakfast. I gulp it down before you could say ‘Madagascar!’

Mum plonks around the table and feasts on her breakfast, mostly consisting of some Indian delicacy and a mug of chai.  I throw myself on top of her feet and rest for a little while more, squeezing naps out of every second like nobody’s business. Eventually, mum straightens herself, indicating to me to vacate her feet.

The next few hours are spent lying around in some nook or the other. In my defence, I’m not a lazy dog. I just have a few sleep-related issues, no biggie.

At around two o’clock, my sisters arrive from a tiring day at George Bush Elementary. I recognise the driver honking away to glory, and scamper to the front of the house to greet them. Upon seeing me, they screech “FENI!!” at the top of their lungs and fuss over me like we hadn’t seen each other for a few decades. To tell you the truth, I kind of like all the attention, but maybe they over-do it a few times…

In the evening, the sisters head off for their karate class. I bid them good-bye and settle down on the front porch itself for a few hours of shut-eye [what can I say?? This sleeping thing gets addictive!!]. They’re back in a bit, and narrate all the incidents that took place to mummy. Mummy listens to their tales while preparing dinner for the whole family [boy, experience tells me that being a good mummy sure isn’t a piece of cake!!]. Sometimes grandma Kelsey and Grandpa Joe drop in for a visit, and mummy has to make even more food. I try to help relieve her  strain [though she seems perfectly happy cooking meals for her loved ones] by flashing motivating smiles at her periodically, and I think it helps, because she bursts into fits of laughter. Even though it’s a bit mean to laugh when someone is trying so hard to please you, if it’s a stress-buster for mummy, I’m okay.

When the moon hangs solemnly over the rooftops and owls hoot themselves hoarse, mummy patiently tucks her two children into bed. I faithfully tag along behind mummy wherever she roams for the rest of the night.

I’m guessing you know what comes next. My favourite part of the day; night, the only time I get to rest in the span of a whole twenty-four hours [what can I do?? I can’t even tell mummy to reduce my workload, she just wouldn’t understand!!! Literally]. I wearily crawl into my crib and say a silent prayer for my kin. I guess I haven’t actually stressed on how important daddy’s role is in maintaining family order. I mean, he works so hard and is ready to sacrifice anything for his three daughters [namely Taylor, Trikaya and ME!!!] and has a permanent smile plastered on his face.

I would like to end this narration with a short note: Thank you, the Almighty, for blessing me with the most wonderful family there ever was.

 Lieutenant Feni,

Over and Out

 Do you like it?? Well, the editor of CC sure did. Mum’s calling me for lunch. Don’t worry, I have another post to share with you today, so I’ll be back!!!

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