Pritam and Tiger on the roof of Jayne's apartment (my sun terrace)!
Tiger is the only other occupant of the house and an important one. He's the guard-dog but also a lovely, cuddly, loving creature - depending who you are. If anyone comes along the path from or to the village, past the house, he barks like mental (or 'shouts' as Pritam calls it) until one of us tells him to stop. As with many dogs here, he is much worse with Indians than he is with tourists. None of us has ever understood this but it is really common. When we bring friends back to the house, Tiger never barks as he seems to know they are with us. To us, Tiger is just a big cuddly pet who I give too many buscuits to. At least in this photo Tiger looks big and furry. When we first arrived here last September Tiger looked an awful state as Pritam had decided to give the poor dog one of his home-made haircuts. Most people back home must remember the TV advert with the old Scottish crofter who shaved his sheep and then proceeded to shave his sheep dog and the caption was 'should have gone to specsavers'. That's what poor Tiger looked like.
Tiger having a wee drink from his hose helped by Laxmi and baby Asna (Himalayan water straight from the mountain spring, that people are paying for). On the very upper left of the picture is a small road (probably looks more like a path) and this is the road down to Manali, the main town.
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