Chutux

Where shall we begin… let’s begin at the beginning.
Once upon a time there lived a nice happy sane family. Well perhaps not totally sane but…

In the family there were parents, four kids and dogs. The children were ‘nice’ generous, loving and giving. So much so that on one occasion the take-away dinner was given off to the strays before the parents could return from the shop around the corner after buying dinner.

Then the Gods became jealous and trouble began. The first one was a tiny specimen of a pup who was rescued from a bunch of bullies of the locality. Her size being small she was named ‘Chutux’

Character: Small in size. Full of attitude. Thinks she can take on anyone. Very loving and has forgiven all those who took it upon themselves to train her into a good dog and failed.

Let’s hear her story from her.

Reporter: So madam Chutux how would you describe yourself?

Chutux: Hmmm…I am pretty. I have often been told that I have the most expressive eyes with lots of kajal. I was once slim and trim but don’t underestimate me. I can still rush up the stairs if I see the awful brats upstairs. How I hate them!

Reporter: Brats?

Chutux: My owners, nice as they are, are a bit stupid. They seem to think that everyone needs rescuing. And the house is now full of junk.

Reporter: Were you also rescued?

Chutux: Welllll… if you ask Rhea she will probably say yes. But I know that’s all rubbish.

Reporter: Can you elaborate ma’am.

Chutux: I was just a tiny pup. I was getting very bored sitting with my siblings and my mother so I decided to explore the wide world. I had not gone too far when four ugly mongrels decided to investigate and came charging at me. I knew I had to just give just a sharp nip to get rid of them when I found myself being scooped up – ‘rescued!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Reporter: Then what happened?

Chutux: Then I was taken to this house which incidentally already had dogs so it was not much of a ‘rescuing’ from other animals. Moreover, my rescuer’s mother was not at all warm or welcoming.

Reporter: So were you thrown out?

Chutux: Never. I fluttered my eyelashes and wagged my tail. Made some whimpering noises and was in.

Reporter: So, it’s a happily ever after?

Chutux: You can say so. Of course I had to show I was the boss.