Hello, I'm Baron

Hello I'm Baron

Greetings fellow Earthlings. I am the Red Baron, the Emperor, you may bow or settle comfortably. However, kindly don’t dream about leaving before my POV is through, otherwise I’ll have to regrettably tell my servants, “off with your head.”

Let me introduce myself, I made my honourable entrance into this world on the magnificent fine 5^th day of October 2007. I have 7 siblings Rocky, Leo (Khas-m-khas), Gabru, Princess, Meghu, Sheeba & Maggie. You shall get better acquainted with them in the coming weeks, however, today it is all about me, naturally since modestly put I’m a star.

The people I know most is my master, he’s the best; his eldest sis Hema Di, she’s a darling with a velvet glove masking the fist of steel and his other sister Gayathri, she’s a crazy loon, and henceforth I shall refer to her as the ‘crazy gal’. Of course my mom, (wonder why she keeps trying to discipline me?) and my granny who totally looks like Grandma Wolf. Considering this eclectic group you can understand when I say my days are interesting it is an understatement. I’m a happy guy, who asks for less and entertains a whole bunch of people, to put it mildly I’m a true ray of sunshine with me around there is no place for gloom, despair or sadness. I’m the bestest puppy in the world.

The Pups Sleeping.

My earliest memory is of being held by the crazy gal and given formula milk, I’ve still not opened my eyes to the world but I know everyone, and I know mom worries. I’ve always been very accommodating spirit, I could understand mom didn’t have enough milk for 8 rambunctious ravenous puppies so I understood few of us will have to let go of the delicious milk for this odd stuff, but being a royalty I understood my responsibility early on and happily settled for the formula milk without being a brat about it, the others who followed my example were Sheeba, Rocky & Gabru. Thankfully us guys being on formula made sure the other babies were happy and well-fed. Initially, I was called Lepu, the leopard, because of my marking but soon as I’d drift off to sleep and swim across the ocean of happy dreams I started hearing them call me as Baron. Naturally, I was curious as to why my name had changed and I asked my mom upfront, “hey ma! Why are they calling me Baron? Ain’t I Lepu anymore?” Ma then told me about the legend of Red Baron the WWI flying ace. I thought my gosh! I’m a pilot and I started taking my flight lessons seriously, oft I’d reach the end of the bed and stop, my fear made me question if I really could fly. But one fine day I gathered all the precious bit of courage in me and on reaching the edge I yelled, “Geronimo” and flew. Ooh! What a feeling! Hey I’m airbone I can fly, flap my wings and reach the sky.” Splat!!!!! Oooh!! Mummy! I hurt all over.

“Hey don’t pick me up, and don’t rub me, and Don’t you dare poke your fingers. Why the hell can’t I move my jaw? What happened?” Someone get this crazy gal away, no, it feels better, yeah keep massaging my limbs. Ah! Bliss. Buona Notte.

Hey, I’m better now, lemme check with mom what happened why didn’t I touch the sky or did I hit the ceiling?? I went to my mom oh the poor darling has been crying! “here, here mom don’t worry I’m fine but what happened.” Then I got to know though I was named Red Baron I couldn’t fly. I was flightless! Now this is too much, I demanded, “Ma, if I’m flightless who was the witless who named me Red Baron?” Ah! Just as I suspected it was the crazy gal. The loon saw me wading and instead of naming me Michael Phelps, she named me Red Baron! Totally witless and reckless I must say *glaring angrily*

The jaw still hurts mom said maybe eating food could be a problem, but she’s optimistic in another 3 weeks I’ll be on food maybe all shall be fine, but I’m good, I told mom don’t worry mama I’ll manage.

Pups finally opened their eyes.

Ah! Can see the world! Gosh what a wonderful world it is and my Ma is the prettiest thing. Oh! I adore her, she takes great care of me and my siblings, and my siblings they are so adorable, I can tell for sure we are the cutest Beagle puppies Ever! Hey! What was that flash of light is that crazy gal trying to blind me?/She just doesn’t stop taking pictures! Gosh! She’s like the Paparazzi! I’m gonna sock her now. *Pow* Ah! That felt good. That should take care of her until dinner time.

Baron, the gallant chap, defending Princess from the Paparazzi

Now we have our own space, I love it it’s fun to play with all my friends, I love it here. We’re gonna be a month old and my best friend are Leo and Sheeba. Leo, he’s my partner in crime and we beat all the other guys! Hyuk, hyuk! And Sheeba for a gal she sure can pack a wallop in her punch, she fights like a boy and thankfully doesn’t cry like a gal, I like her, Leo & I go and clobber the other pups and she’s the only one who gives it back. But I’m not a bad brother, I clobber them up gently you won’t see any black eyes. “Ah! What was that? Oh! That is a beagle eye, not a black eye” *looking totally angelic*

More shall follow tomorrow………..