It was a leisure evening at the in-laws place in Chennai. We were all sitting together in the living room sipping our evening ginger tea prepared with utmost care by MIL. As its always the case, everyone was keenly interested in listening to the stories I and S were spinning. All was good until there were three dogs in the room. Don is a Pomeranian dog which is treated like a member of my in-law’s family, its been with them for the past 9yrs. Initially it was too tough for me to even cross Don. Given my fear for the pet animals, especially dogs I could never imagine how I could stay at my in-laws. But slowly, I realized its love for me. It jumps with joy as soon as I and S reach home. It goes about rounding my legs, jumping on to my chest at regular intervals – welcoming me in its own way. Now, I can be cool with Don sleeping near my legs too. I too have accepted it as my family member the same way it has accepted me. That evening was different, as Don had brought two of his friends into the living room. It made me quite uncomfortable – not wanting to open my mouth about it, I was waiting for S to shout out – I know my MIL would do anything for her son. But S never paid attention to the two additional dogs in the room – how could he not? They were not even looking clean – they obviously were stray dogs and my uneasiness increased with every passing minute.
In the next five minutes, all the dogs were gone and I sighed in relief. S went into one of the other rooms to get something and not wanting to miss the chance of confronting him on missing to notice the dogs, I followed him. To my surprise, we were welcomed by all the three dogs inside. S was leaning himself against a wooden table trying to get something, a dog tried to come near him. Having no particular feeling towards dogs, he shouted “Heyyy pooooo!” Don would usually go out of the room quickly but not this dog. In a split second, it pounced on him ferociously and I was too stunned to react. I could sense that the dog had a tight grip on S’s trousers and no one else was reacting to.
The next thing I remember is holding the dog tightly by its tummy and pulling it off S while giving a loud cry. I must confess that I have never touched a dog before, not even the affectionate Don. This dog was so ferocious and there it was biting my husband – how could I not react? I threw it away so hard that it fell to a corner unconscious. I couldn’t care for the dog anymore and started to see what damage it had done on S. The mother-in-law and sisters-in-law, who were silent all this while, started fussing about the whole thing. I pulled S to the next room to check on his wounds and I was sure atleast 200gms of his flesh would have been gone. To my surprise, there was nothing major except for a very little bite mark. There were other bruises of course on his hands and face – that he got by hitting himself against the wall and table while trying to free himself from the dog. How could there not be a proper bite, when the dog attacked him so wildly? I re-check multiples times, not letting S talk even a word. Meanwhile, MIL was teary-eyed for all this and insisted me to take S to a doctor. I couldn’t agree more and she starts crying hard.
And that’s when I open my eyes gasping for breath. It was a funny-but-scary dream. The thought of dog attacking S and I pulling it so hard and possibly killing it, gave me shudders. I kept re-thinking of it multiple times and couldn’t fall asleep again. Does this have any meaning? I am not a believer of dreams-come-true or dreams-tell-something. But these days, I am going a bit superstitious with everything around me and had been thinking of this dream for the entire day. Want to know S’s reaction to this – ? He laughed so much hearing it and said I am taking revenge on him by dreaming this way 😛