This is an account of two incidents separated by a span of two years. It involves two different boys and a single dog. As recounted by Jason and Binny.
On the 7th of August when Jason had gone to scout the YMCA camp, he reported on a rather unusual story. Earlier that morning when he’d trekked up to the highest point on a nearby hill, he wasn’t alone. He’d had company throughout. All along, a dog had followed Jason.
The dog listened to Jason when he spoke, slowed down when he gasped for breath, and even shared a meal of biscuits with him under the cool shade of an ancient tree.
Let’s call him Biscuit for the duration of the story. When Jason reached the top of the climb and perched himself on a rock to look at clouds hovering over the valley, Biscuit sat beside him. He listened to Jason’s observations and adjectives, but mostly responded with silence. When Jason pondered on deep existential questions that the magnificent vista invoked, Biscuit replied with an occasional yawn and a moving indifference. They counted the cars on the faraway highway together. When Jason read from his copy of The Selfless Gene (by Foster, not Dawkins – noticed the tweak?), Biscuit took a short nap.
But here’s the best part.
What Jason and Biscuit shared that morning was a rerun of history. It had all been done before. And there was even a photograph to prove it.
Two years back when The Dohavur Riders had visited Yelagiri to trek up the same hill and launch our alumni website, Biscuit had been there too. And he’d listened to Binny, laughed at his jokes and sat beside him to enjoy a view of the same clouds hovering over the same valley.
And he might be there this October
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.