I guess it is natural that you want to know about me. So who is this three year old dogipinion babe? Et al. Let me start with the boy. He actually thinks he is my brother. The guy is weird…delusional almost. He is my pet. How can he be my brother? I am supposed to call him Ette in that little girl voice of mine. That is the Malayalam word for older brother. Like Malayalam, Ette too is a palindrome. That means it is the same no matter which way you spell it – front to back or back to front. Strange that Malayalam should have so many palindromes : Malayalam, amma, ette, maram….. Is that why people from Kerala are so contrary? Look at it from their point of view…any which way you look at it, their world is right… Anyway I have a thousand other names for Ette. No-Good-Nonu is my current top pf the pops… Everyone thinks he is cute but seriously, I think they should look at my profile. I would look so much better than him on a coin and besides I have a tail… He often uses the appellation greedy when he refers to me. I really don’t mind that too much. I am a girl who lives for her appetites. But big brother take a look at yourself…Just as you often like to say to me ‘You not very intelli!’ Okay, I know I am being too hard on him. Mostly he is nice. I mean I can prevail upon him to share what’s on his plate, and he’s good to cuddle upto though he does take up most of my bed. But I hate it when he hugs Mamu though. She is mine…when will he get it? We don’t mind having him around the house. But he is a pet after all…. And I believe that pets have a place…

For so long now I have been endowed a voice. Himself gave it to me a few days after he brought me home.
You ought to hear that voice. It is a bratty five year old girl voice. The kind you see with fat cheeks, tubby legs and pigtails whooshing through the air…those obnoxious creatures women so like to gush over in breathless voices as they pinch those fat cheeks and murmur, ‘sssho cute’…the kind who grins up at you with huge gaps between her front teeth and says “pitzzah”....my soul and every strand of dog hair shudders.
So you see it’s time I voiced my voice. My decent three year old voice. I have other uses for my mouth you know. Yessir, I do. And, I don’t mean snapping at flies, treats or tearing newspapers into bits.. I am sure you agree with me that is the only way to treat most newspapers…deconstruct, figuratively speaking.
Himself and Mamu don’t approve but when have parents ever approved of what their kids want or do?
All that deconstruction has taught me one thing though…That I have a right to an opinion and not just to bark in B Minor. So here it is. I have an opinion…a dogipinion perhaps... nevertheless, it is mine. And just mine