Two friendly dogs
In a certain village, there lived two dogs. They were good friends
and helped each other protecting their places of stay in the village.
One would go see the other nearer to fence which barred them from their
places of stay. This was done especially when they were released by
their masters and by the wives of the masters.
One dog was the guardian of a farming house. He was fat and well fed
by the farmer master and his wife. The farmer had sufficient food to
give him. He was named Brown (Dumbura) as he was brown in complexion.
The other was slim and looked under fed. He was white, thus he was named
White (Sudda). He scarcely got the opportunity to eat well. A former
treasurer of the royal clan bred him. But due to some fate, the man was
gradually declining from wealth and status. This former treasurer was
sometimes nervous and angry, and he had constant verbal combats with his
own wife who was kind to White.
When the occasion arrived to feed them, the two owners had several
differences. The farmer gave his dog the best of food he can afford to
supply even at the difficult times. So Brown was happy. He once saw how
his friend was treated. The treasurer's dog did not feel jealous, he was
a good friend in need and the only companion who lived in the vicinity.
They had to live in harmony.
"Oh I am sorry to see how bad my friend is being fed. I must invite
him to come and share the food I get here,' he thought and wanted to
help him by inviting his friend to his side of the fence to partake of
some food with him and if possible to live there. So he said to his
"You are not fed well enough, that is why you look so slim and sad."
"I am not sad, but I look slim," Brown said, "I must be satisfied
with what I get. My master and his wife are so kind hearted. They were
once rich and now that they are not rich. So they cannot afford to feed
me well, like in the past. My master's wife calls me son. That is enough
to live for years in this place."
"But," said the farmer's dog, "at this rate, you will die out of
"I don't think so!"
"But see how my master treats me. He gives me the best of food, the
finest rice and curries and some times special delicacies brought by
other farmer friends."
The former treasurer's dog was listening with pity. But he did not
want to abuse or defame his own master and the mistress. So he wanted to
convince his stance.
"So why don't you come on to my side one of these days and share some
of the meals with me?" invited the farmer's dog once again.
"No I don't want to do it. That is demeaning my masters."
"How so? I don't get you."
"Well, it is like this," the farmer's dog went on listening. The
treasurer's dog explained his side of the story, "you know I have to
confide this with you, and see that you are not going to wag your tongue
to others. That will not help us."
"All right I promise not to tell anybody."
"It so happens that sometimes I used to listen to what they speak in
their human language. I am simply surprised."
"You know my master has a strange language which he uses quite often
and my mistress is not so sorry about it."
"Oh tell me what type of language does he use?"
"It is simply the language used by several humans at different times
of their expressions."
"Pray tell me. I need to know it all."
"My master sometimes calls his wife bellie (bitch) and calls me
bellige putha (son of a bitch)."
"But aren't they supposed to be bad words?"
"I don't think so huh. We are known as balla (dog) and belli (she
dog) in their language and that shows humans know more about us than
themselves, though some of the humans regard them as swearing words."
"Are you really pleased to hear those words?"
"Yes certainly when the master calls his wife belli, and in turn she
calls me putha, doesn't it imply that I am her son and it pleases me to
hear how sweet the words are. It all depends on how you interpret what
one says. Once she caressed me and said in a darling tone that I am her
putha and she said that I am her baluputha (doggy son)."
The farmer's dog wanted to understand what his friend is saying. But
he failed in his attempt to understand his friend.
'So are you not going to share my food?" asked the farmer's dog.
"Thank you so much for the offer. But I cannot leave the premises of
my mother, where I am looked after so well despite the shortcomings."
"You are indeed a funny and foolish dog," said the farmer's dog in a
"No I am not, I am just another dog gaining motherly attention."
retorted the other.