Had a nice time at Avnish’s place. Finally managed to “make frandship” with Brandy the Boxer. It’s a terrifying beast who will scare the shit out of you. Yesterday he was eating out of my hands. (He’s fond of Parle G). But the son of some bitch kept on perambulating from here to there and whenever he passed by me, he always licked my right hand. It was funny and disgusting at the same time. The guy is also very fond of back massages.

My fear of dogs is going away now. It was incredible how Brandy managed to eat a biscuit off my hands without once touching my hand with his teeth. Mostly I did it only because I trusted my friend Avnish, and not so much his brother (the dog). I will admit, it was blind faith from my side and nothing else. In life, if you want to get out of your comfort zone, you’ve gotta trust people at some stage. I will be really sad to see Brandy depart when he ultimately does. In terms of humans, he’s an 85 year old man. But that’s life.