Bozoical Suspicions

Bozo,our hero and Mumbai's only dog-with-his-own-blog  is taking it a bit easy at breakfast these days.  Used as he is to some excellent traditional North Canara delicacies and Maharashtrian preparations,  once in a while it makes sense to break some bread with folks. Not the sliced variety, but the plump freshly baked Pav, pieces of which one tears off and never slices.

And while you can see him greatly enjoying it, as he traipses around the balcony, you may be surprised to note what is actually going through his mind.....
  

When I was little,
like you,
I ate whatever
appeared on my plate;
but unlike you,
no one had to tell me
to finish it.

I just loved hanging around
the table
at breakfast,
getting drunk
on the inviting smells
dosa and kande pohe
to name a few
wonderful things.

And then eating it !

I still do.

But then like you,
I am sometimes
in a hurry,
and naturally,
I must have some
"fast" food.

A fresh fragrant Pav,
a piece torn off
and
crunched between my teeth,
as I multitask,
charging around,
shooing of the crows,
in the balcony,
hankering after my stuff...

Which is actually OK.

I just heard
about
Kande Pohe "meetings"
and maybe
it is time
for me to
just lie low,
chewing my Pav
under the divan,
maybe.

Maybe some
Prospective Interested Parent Types
saw me on the Net ?