I must confess that I am a convert. A convert from being a non believer in keeping pets especially dogs to being one who cherishes Zach's presence in the house. I believe there is still time before I actually get to accept the overall concept but for sure Zach was an exception. 5 years ago when I first entered the Patel household situated on the main road between the plush Dadar Parsi colony and the green Matunga, other than the fact that I was going to meet my 'would be' in-laws, I was much worried about the most special member of the family who would meet me instead of it being the other way round J So after meeting the folks I sit there, not supposed to move too much and in comes a big, handsome, tall, large headed Zach. Must say I was taken aback by the sheer size of this guy, his face was literally in my face :-)! However despite his almost shocking size I noticed that he was immensely gentle, cutely sniffing all over. My dad in law is right when he says Zach is the four footed gentleman who is unaware of the muscle he and his kind hold. After all Rottweiler is a banned breed in some countries. This one was a family dog.
Hanez (my fiancé & now husband) was very clear that it will take a lot of time for Zach to get used to me and the day he lets me scratch his belly that would be the day when I would have broken the ice. Although I didn’t quite pay much heed to all the ‘alert talk’ the very next morning I opened the room door and saw Zach sitting in the alley looking at me wagging his nonexistent ‘poochh’. I laughed and started petting him and voila! our dear friend turns on his back and gives me his belly to scratch…yippee! I was grinning ear to ear. That I think was the moment when Zach and I became friends!
