Two years ago, a new dog, with long pointed ears, entered the colony I live in. Nobody wanted the new stray to stay in the premises, and so all the watchmen were kept very busy, every day chasing it out of the gates, but somehow it managed to enter again and I marveled at its perseverance.
Not only did it have to contend with the watchmen, the pump man and all the sweepers who ran after it with their brooms and sometimes empty dustbins but it also had to deal with the three existing strays in the colony.
These three dogs who were a gang ran after this fellow and there wasn’t a day when there wasn’t a dog fight. But this fellow was big and strong, and soon I found that the lead black dog and this chap had become friends and he became part of their gang, also the watchmen, the pumpman and the sweepers gave up, especially when a kind gentleman in the colony took a fancy to this fellow and his wife started feeding him every day.
So Mr Pointed Ears had won. He stayed on in the colony, soon, the black dogs, who were quite old died one after the other and this fellow was the only one. He was petted, pampered and pandered to and stopped running around or exercising himself and became fat and lazy.
This afternoon a new dog entered our colony.
Mr Pointed Ears made all the appropriate noises, growled, barked and even got up from his comfortable gunny sack which was his bed. The new fellow took two furious paces at Mr Pointed Ears, and suddenly our friend was afraid.
He’d forgotten how to fight.
He, who knew how to outwit, the watchman, the pumpman and the sweeper, now found he was up against an adversary who was in form, while he was totally out of form.
It’s now afternoon, the newcomer continues to roam our colony, has eaten all Mr Pointed Ear’s food, and I wonder how this battle, or non-battle is going to end. I quite see Mr Pointed Ears being driven out of the colony by the new dog.
This reminds me so much about businessmen who go bust.
These men or women initially had all the muscle, determination and perseverance to build empires then lazily stretched out and slept, became complacent and thought the good life would last forever.
New competition comes in, new startups, new technology, enterprising businessmen, who this guy could have made mincemeat off in his heydays but today, because of becoming intellectually flabby and weak spirited and having moved into a sensual life style, cannot fight back.
Like what’s happening to Mr Pointed Ears, beware, complacency always finds its victim..!
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11 thoughts on “Mr Pointed Ears..!”
I’ve seen this among the Jarawa tribe in Andaman. Those who once hunted for food, were a proud race are now encouraged to beg. This is due to the corrupt acts of the Police
So true, thank you Sebastian.
The classic example is that of ambassador car.
Oh yes, only the tail lights if at all were changed.
Having reached the top you need to persevere to stay there, and not fall into the trap of sitting back on your laurels. Should you do so ,you will soon be overtaken by those working furiously to continuously better their work!
Mr. Pointed Ears would have passed on his baton to you!
Yes Ayesha, Mr Pointed Ears has many like him.
Totally agree Bob, complacency often finds its victim. Many display great starting power and begin with gusto, but in the absence of staying power, a proactive approach and perseverance it soon fizzles off. And this applies to all facets of life including relationships. Mr pointed ears pointed out this aspect of life pretty well today ??
Thank you Sonia.
Thanks for your story, Bob. It reminded me of Tommy, our adopted stray,who had saved my cousin from a kidnapper by jumping at him, barking, escaping his attempt at clamping his mouth, jumping again at him barking that he felt the neighbours would her and made him escape into the grass. Tommy used to fast once a week,giving friends of his,his food and kept up his exercise of surveying the area under his vigil. So he kept himself in form.
It’s a Superb Analog Bob between the Dog who was Happy with his Position and then suddenly taken over by the other…
In life Complacency never helps…One has to be on his toes always to be at the top always…Loved your post Bob…Superb..
Thank you Claudette