One reason why I am not finding a housing is my dog, Bolshoi the Boxer. I have realised that Indians, unlike the English, do not like dogs, at least not dogs staying in their houses. So, when prospective landlords find out that besides my family, Bolshoi will also be moving into the house, they refuse.
So, I was pleasantly surprised when Bolshoi and I went to see this house with a separate bath and common entrance and the pleasant, elderly lady who owned it said: "Oh, you have got a little doggie also! How sweet! You can certainly have the place."
Boshoi growled and told me in an aside: "I don't think we can stay here. Let's go."
I told him in an aside (the conversation between the two of us was all in asides, though it is difficult for dogs to whisper): "I don't see why we can't take this place. It has got a separate bath, with water between 5.30 a.m. and 6.30 a.m. daily, and a decent sort of landlady."
The lady, meanwhile, had been looking at Bolshoi with loving eyes. "He is such a doll. My, I could hug him and kiss him. I just adore cute dogs."
Bolshoi backed away, whispering to me: "Let her not get near me. I will bite her, I am warning you."
"You have never bitten anybody and you don't know how to bite," I told him. Then I turned to the lady and said. "You, he is a rather nice, quiet dog. I am glad you have no objection to dogs. A lot of people don't want them in their houses.
"Shame on them for not liking such a cutie-pie," the lady said. "I think, all that he requires is a nice wash. You don't worry, I will gibe it to him every alternate day."
"What's this about a bath, "Bolshoi said to me. "If you think I am going to let any old lady give me a bath, just so that you can have a place to stay, your are mistaken. And alternate days, at that. I never had bath more than once in two weeks."
"Having a bath is the least sacrifice you can make for having a roof over our heads, "I said , "You know, it is because of you that we are not getting a house anywhere, and I have not once mentioned this to you before."
Just then the lady said: "I am going to knit a nice coatee for him, which he can wear and keep warm in now that the winter is coming. It will have four little holes for his four legs."
At this, Bolshoi ran out of the house. When I caught up with him, he said: "Let us find a house where they really hate dogs."