Introducing Bartlet - Our Bombay Puppy

Last Saturday morning, after sturdying myself with a nice sneaked-through-customs-Waitrose-bacon bap, I had taken myself off to the World for All Animal Adoptathon in Bandra.  Minus Mr Jules. And just to have a look you understand. I had seen lots of pictures on Facebook of cats and dogs needing homes - so just paying my 50 Rs entrance fee would do good right?

New puppy! (as he looks today)

As I entered the room (packed with people and animals), I saw a man holding a white puppy with black spots and for some reason, immediately felt disappointed.  Someone had already adopted that gorgeous dog? (But that's OK, because I was just there to have a look remember?).  I went up to the man holding the spotty dog and started to stroke him (the dog not the man). The man - a big fella with a booming voice told me that he was just cuddling the dog and that he was still available if I was interested.  I said "who me? no I'm just here to look at the animals!" Within a second he had plonked the puppy into my arms and told me that I would make the perfect mum.  Well who was I to argue?  Without hardly any hesitation, I said I wanted to take him home.

Then before I knew it, I was grabbed by a World for All volunteer who loudly announced "we've got an adopter!". The whole room cheered and clapped - I was the first adopter of the weekend!  I was then dragged up on to the stage and asked to make a speech (they love that in India) and all I could think to say was "errrr, ummm, errr my husband is not going to be very happy with me!" This place felt more like Alcoholics Anonymous than a pet adoption centre (not that I'd know what that feels like, obviously!)

I was then interviewed to make sure I was a suitable human (hmmm) and asked to fill in some paperwork. Although he obviously has some Dalmatian in him, my puppy is fore-mostly a street dog (Pariah). So I was given specific instructions by the adoption centre on how to raise him. And expecting to just feed him some regular Pedigree Chum puppy food, I was told to give him boiled egg, dhal or yoghurt or chopped liver and rice. What??!!! It was all becoming a bit daunting but then I had to remember that most people in this city can't afford 'proper' dog food - they just give their pets whatever they are eating.

Puppy looks on as I complete his adoption paperwork

Within thirty minutes of arriving at the centre, I was leaving with my pet puppy.  Mr driver looked very surprised when I walked out with this small, spotty bundle in my arms.

Thankfully, Mr Jules was remarkably calm when I walked through the door of the apartment - he kind of knew what the outcome was going to be as I left the house that morning. We named him Bartlet Bindi - after President Bartlet from Mr Jules's favourite TV series, The West Wing and the fact that he had an orange Bindi on his forehead when I received him.  After this, things started to go a bit downhill. 

Within two hours of getting him home, Bartlet started throwing up.  He did not stop.  Then he had diarrhoea all over the place, staining a rug in the process. We just put it down to nerves and being shifted to a new home and hoped that he would be better in the morning.

Bartlet when he was weak and sick on the second day.  Heartbreaking!

But on Sunday, we woke up to find that he had messed up his dog bed pretty badly and he was still vomiting. What's more we couldn't get him to eat.  I rang World for All to complain that they had given me a sick animal and didn't know what to do.  They apologised profusely and told me that his twin brother - who was also at the adoption centre was also very sick with dysentery.  Therefore it made sense that Bartlet had the same. Unfortunately it had only become evident that morning and the dogs' previous foster parents had already done a runner.  Great.

We immediately took Bartlet to a vet (provided by World For All) who, after an initial inspection, looked very concerned and put the dog straight on a drip.  Barlet was severely dehydrated. The vet then told us that he suspected 'parvovirus' - a viral infection that is 'terminal' (I did not find out until later, that this is not, strictly true - it's quite treatable providing it has been caught early enough).  Of course, I started to cry then - there was no way I could deal with a terminal patient.

Bartlet at the vets on an IV drip.

The vet gave him some anti-biotic injections and we got Bartlet home.  He slept for virtually 24 hours but with less incident during the night.  The next morning, I took him to see the vet again, who seemed pleased with his progress but gave him another IV drip and some more injections.  Bartlet was strong enough to fight against the insertion of the drip - so it was obvious he was very much better.  

From then on in he improved very quickly. Yesterday, we woke up to a very bouncy and over-excited dog. I took him to the vet again yesterday for one final time. The vet gave me his final diagnosis of not potentially fatal Parvovirus - but severe food poisoning coupled with a change in environment.  Thanks a lot for the scare!

I am pleased to report that Bartlet is now 80% of the way to being well - he just needs to rest a lot now.

Say hello to Bartie:

He has already commandeered the sofa!  

This is my seat now!

Bartlet has OCD! Every time you give him anything - be it a doggy treat, a toy, his ball or a rag - he tidies it away to his dog bed!

Lovely spots from his Dalmatian parentage

Getting on with the fish like a house on fire.

Yogic Bartlet today (and travels well!)

Stay tuned for further tails tales!

If you are interested in adopting a pet in Mumbai, please check out World For All's Facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/worldforall

Dinner with Akshay Kumar in Jodhpur (or not!)

A couple of weekends back - we went to Jodhpur for MaximumCityMadam's birthday-weekend-special - and husbands were invited.  I had been very excited at the prospect of visiting the 'Blue City' and hoped that the place would exceed my expectations. 

The Blue City

The flight from Mumbai to Jodhpur was only 90 minutes and upon reaching the airport, we easily found a taxi to take us to our hotel - the Kothi Heritage.  A charming, budget-friendly haveli not far from the airport and quite close to Umaid Bhavan and Palace Street (antiques central). At the time of arranging our weekend, all the well known hotels (such as Ratan Vilas and Raas) were fully booked - but this ended up working in our favour.  We were warmly welcomed with marigold garlands and a refreshing juice drink which is always a nice touch in Indian hotels. The manager at Kothi Heritage was super helpful - booking our cars, finding us places to eat and recommending antiques shops on Palace Street.  This is the kind of personal service that you would expect at a Taj hotel. And all for £40 a night for a Luxury Suite! OK - our room certainly could not compare to a Taj 'Luxury Suite', but it was clean and comfortable and the bathroom was huge. The biggest downside was the immediate surrounding area - one of our party commented that the view from the roof terrace looked just like war-torn Beirut. And the breakfast buffet was rather unimpressive. Thank god for the ubiquitous omelette!

The outside of Kothi Heritage

Most of the weekend was taken up with antiques shopping, drinking tea, eating and of course, sightseeing. The main attraction in Jodhpur is the incredible Mehrangarh Fort - a huge edifice that sits atop an escarpment overlooking the Blue City. Started in 1459, most of the current building is from the period of Maharajah Jaswant Singh (1638-1678) - and remained a Royal residence until the completion of Umaid Bhavan in 1943 (see below). 

We engaged a guide to take us on a two hour tour of the Fort - which was well worth the small fee (although I was a bit distracted by my camera at times and so couldn't possibly tell you any other interesting facts about the Fort now!). 

Mehrangarh Fort

Mehrangarh Fort is possibly the first tourist attraction I have been to in India where they actually cater to tourists. For one, the building has been meticulously preserved and I saw no signs of littering. There is a proper office where you can buy your tickets and book a guide (who is a professional employed by the Fort, not the usual fake just after your big tips); there are guards in all the rooms - resplendent in traditional uniforms and brightly coloured turbans; and you will also see 'artists' playing flutes, sitars and other musical instruments at different stages on the tour. I am sure this is to give us all that 'authentic' feel, (India, Disney style!) but at least it lends some atmosphere to the proceedings.  At the end of the tour, you will find yourself in a nicely curated gift shop and even more remarkable, is the tea-room with uniformed waiter service (but filled only with American and European customers).  So coming to Mehrangarh Fort, really does make for a pleasant morning or afternoon. 

I don't think he'll be offered a job by the Royal Philharmonic any time soon!

We later walked through some of the Old City's narrow streets to get to the manic Clock Tower bazaar area. Here, I could see only a rainbow of vibrant colour on everything and everyone. Rajasthani traditions dictate that the women wear bright, floaty saris with dupattas or extensions of their saris draped over their heads - virtually covering their faces.  I became slightly obsessed with photographing the backs of women's heads - women bent over market stalls, women waiting for buses and rickshaws, or those groups of women walking along the street laughing and gossiping amongst themselves. Their contrasting head-coverings proving a delight to any keen amateur photographer. 

Fantastic colour everywhere!

Women haggling hard

Food-wise, we did very well, mostly thanks to the hunting instincts of MCM.  On the first evening, our hotel manager got us a table at Hanwant Mahal - a wonderful, and barely-discovered-by-anyone-else hilltop venue overlooking Umaid Bhavan Palace. Umaid Bhavan, home to the Singh Royal family since 1949, is one of the most celebrated buildings in India - of which part is now a grand hotel owned by the Taj group.  Drinking our pre-dinner G&Ts on the breezy roof terrace, we were also treated to an illuminated vista of Mehrangarh Fort in the distance. Then after our aperitifs, we enjoyed a truly sumptuous thali in the dining room with another view of Umaid Bhavan through the window. Wonderful!

The view of Umaid Bhavan Palace from the rooftop terrace of  Hanvant Mahal restaurant.

Astoundingly good thali at Hanwant Mahal. 

The next night we were in for an even bigger treat.  Despite the fact that it is not really possible to get a table at the uber exclusive Umaid Bhavan Palace unless you are staying there (at least not without first paying a 3,000 Rs cover charge each), MCM somehow managed to blag our way in.  MCM had already rung the hotel pretty much as soon as we had arrived in Jodhpur, in order to secure us a table for the following evening. At first, the restaurant manager refused - but after some haranguing, he told MCM to call back the next day at 10am on the dot. Being the impatient creature that she is, MCM called back at 9.40am on the dot - but was declined again as he revealed that "Akshay Kumar (a famous Bollywood star that I have actually never heard of) was having a party" so it would be "impossible to accommodate us".

"Oh Akshay Kumar?" says MCM..."I know Akshay Kumar!  Our children go to the same school in Mumbai!"....quickly followed by "can we have a table then?".  "Alright, Alright!" agreed the restaurant manager. Result! (That was easy!) By the way, MCM's children really did go to the same school as Akshay Kumar's son.

So having previously only being able to admire the Palace from afar, we found ourselves being greeted that night on the steps of Umaid Bhavan - by a doorman with the biggest, most ridiculous moustache you've ever seen!  More staff scuttled out to lead us into the huge dome shaped hallway (fabulous!) - bowing and scraping all the way as if we ourselves were Bollywood stars. I loved it!  We were then ushered up a set of windy stairs to the Sunset Pavilion on the roof of the Palace.  When we arrived, the place was devoid of people but candles had been lit, cushions had been laid out and tablecloths billowed in the wind. The night-time view of Jodhpur was stunning. 

His moustache or his eyelashes? (or the best attempt at Movember you've ever seen!)

Next, one of the immaculately dressed waiters approached us to ask us what we wanted to drink.  We were about to put in our orders for champagne and beer when his colleague nudged him and remarked that actually, we could not have a drink.  What? Following ten minutes of confusion, collusion and whispering amongst the staff we were told again that indeed, we could not have a drink. Not only that, but we would also have to leave.  Charming! Akshay Kumar's party was taking place here in the Sunset Pavilion and we were not in fact on the guest list. Did we actually ever say we were?? Their mistake!

View of the domed entrance hall from above. Strangely - nowhere to hang your coats!

Despite the disappointment over not being able to able to sup G&Ts on the roof with Akshay Kumar, we were happy to make our way down to the rather more sedate 'Trophy Bar', the walls of which are adorned with huge tiger and antelope heads and other hunting ephemera.  We were still slightly wary that we might get found out for not being actual close friends of Akshay Kumar, and being thrown out of the Palace altogether - but we needn't have worried.  It was not long before we were being invited to a sit at a table on the terrace overlooking the beautifully lit, smartly manicured gardens at the rear of the Palace. Sharing a bottle of definitely-not-Sula wine, we ended up enjoying a well executed European-style meal (including rare-in-India ingredients such as foie-gras, scallops, rack of lamb and duck). Truly an experience to treasure.  

Breast of duck in a sweet sauce...super yummy but not sure it went so well with the rice.

As we were leaving, we saw nothing of the party on the roof, we saw no Bollywood stars and we certainly did not see Akshay Kumar!

The next day (Sunday) there wasn't much for us to do except pack our bags and get to the airport - as our flight back to Mumbai was early in the afternoon.  We'd all had a really super weekend in Jodhpur - a vibrant, remarkably calm but slightly mysterious city.

More photos:

Enigmatic woman stands outside Mehrangarh Fort

The Jhanki Mahal (glimpse palace) where women could look down on the activities of the courtyard without themselves being seen

Saddhu/Holy Man that seemed to follow us around the Fort

Like an Indian Santa Claus!

The finest collection of howdahs you've ever seen (or indeed will ever see).
Howdah is a seat for riding atop an elephant.

A close up of a Marwar style painting.  These paintings are done with a single squirrel hair brush - the detail and the colour is amazing

Ceiling of one of the Maharaja's bedrooms.  Where's the Farrow & Ball?

Demonstrating how to tie a Pagri (Rajasthani turban)

The Blue City - opinions on why the blue vary.  Some say the buildings are painted blue to reflect high-caste 'Brahmins' and others say it is to deflect mosquitos or ants.

Kind of creepy.

Parked in the car park with all the other tourist vehicles

The Clock Tower

Women I was glad to see the back of (literally):

Love that this little boy is wearing a fur coat - it's cold in Rajasthan at this time of year you know!

The ceiling of Kothi Heritage hotel.

A view of the Blue City from Mehrangarh Fort ramparts.

That fringe needs cutting

Oh, so that's Akshay Kumar!  Perhaps he has a better chance with the Royal Philharmonic ;)