I don’t particularly like the cold. And unless it gets really hot (48 degrees) or really humid (Chennai), i can handle warm and sultry weather.

The Dog(ess), on the other hand, cannot.

So, a few days ago, she walks into my room, and sits on the floor facing the AC. I am working. She looks at the AC intently. I glance at her and continue working. She barks. I ask her, “do you want chewsticks” (in Tamil). She turns away her face, with disdain. Then i ask her, “Do you want to be brushed”. She gives me a “How many years does it take to train a human in basic bark”  look. Finally she begins a steady set of low and angry yelps, still looking at the AC. I take the remote and switch it on. She looks at the AC and smiles, puts her head between her paws and plans her next move.

(and yes, she is a Diva) 😀