Get me more Choglet

I sometimes think that having a dog in the house is better than having an infant. At least the dog isn't as articulate and pointedly demanding as a child. You are proved wrong when the dog:
sits by the door you have shut to stop it wreaking havoc in another room, subtly making the point je ei ghor e ekhon amar thakar katha na. tai doya kore dorjata khule amay uddhar koro.
You have obliged and gone back to your stuff. You find it has procured a biscuit from somewhere and is finishing it on the sofa. You give it another, which it refuses to eat, places it politely nearby and looks up, expecting to be fed. When you do hold out the biscuit for it to eat, it takes bloody annoying dainty, testing bites, each time, and when you coax baba bachha kore to eat up fast, it looks up condescendingly and walks away.

It has been a mosquito-filled day and I haven't bathed, but sweated and a copy has to be written and phone researched and dinner eaten and advice taken for important stuff to be done tomorrow and I'm feeling bad at not having ironed and disgusted because both the parar kukur hardly had the huge platefuls of bhaat given, so you will understand if I say karuke dhore kelate ichhe korchhe and I wish the other parar kukur would be back soon.