tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587295924353964151.post8258535228076192742..comments2024-03-05T06:19:42.039+05:30Comments on Strewn Ashes: Bozoical SuspicionsUgich Konitarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15901335427613806798noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587295924353964151.post-30619613323963698572013-02-24T18:01:04.410+05:302013-02-24T18:01:04.410+05:30I remembered Nike, a small pup whom we had with us...I remembered Nike, a small pup whom we had with us for a month. We used to give him biscuits, which he used to take in his mouth and collect it in his dining table...an MRF ash tray which came as a gift from one of their employees...MRF's. After collecting 4-5, he used to sit there and eat them slowly, one by one. If we make some sound like 'sh...sh...' he used to leave the biscuits, come to us running, bark, make one full round and go back to continue eating! <br /><br />This BOZO seems to be an interesting character...No wonder you write about him always! Love you, Bozo boy!Sandhyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06478831923010850316noreply@blogger.com