Posted by Elithraniel Arawion on Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Who am i you ask? I'm the one whose tail you stamp on.. the one who cannot lie peacefully on the pavements... the one who cannot cross the roads without meeting with a near-death incident and finally the one, who, because of you, goes to the pound only to be put to death sooner or later.... yes, it is i, the Street Dog... The one who is always otherwise called a 'mongrel'... It is a saddened state that we live in...but i guess we have to make do with it!... By the way.. my name is 'Nai'yan
My day starts with someone stamping on me... when i am rudely awakened from the paradise of my dreams... Then i scavenge for food and water... in a dustbin (or usually outside it), children's hands, a yummy bag of edibles in someone's hand... yes... thats how we live... its the Survival of the fittest... very rarely some animal lover or a kind soul will leave a morsel that will make my day!
Then comes the greatest challenge.. to DRINK WATER... from drains, left over droplets from thrown away bottles... rain pools... anything that has water as a component in it... more than hundreds of my kind die every year from thirst rather than from hunger... it is that hard to find water here... oh yeah, we also try to lick water from the local taps... thats when we actually taste pure, sweet water....
(There's me trying to drink from a local tap... photo courtesy British Bull Dog (he's just another mongrel who thinks he's a pedigree!))
After breakfast my favorite playtime consists of sleeping (with an eye closed), watching the goings on of the city... and how humans (like u) behave... its kind of funny to watch their reaction to me... i mean ... yes i'm not that great looking and no chick (lady dog... not chick literally) really has the hots for me (to my utter disappointment).... but you should really see the varied reactions from the people... some trod past me silently so as to not disturb me... others walk past me as if to tell others how brave they are (chuckles!), others avoid the place and step down from the pavement in disgust and.... others who run away at the sight.. :P
Some times when i'm in a naughty mood i walk about going up to them and shaking my tail in friendship... and more than half (Especially women) shriek and run away!! and some youngsters pat me and offer me a biscuit or so (which i gladly accept and offer to lick their hand at which they run away!)... yes, there are many who are allergic to me...its ok... as long as i get what i want .
My greatest nightmare is CROSSING THE ROAD.... oh boy!!! the traffic sends me reeling back to where i was... i spend an hour a day try to cross twice... man!!!!! i wonder how you humans cross the roads... i can't .. i tell u... they must appoint a K9 traffic police that can allow 'pooch crossing'... its not fair that only zabra's have it... and they don't even stay in the city!!!!
In the evenings i go near temples and marriage halls where loads of left over food and offerings are dumped... and where few of my friends and i feast... which makes for tea and early dinner... after which i retire to a slightly dark place.... and lay down to rest afresh for another day...
People ask me... have i even bit anyone... not really.. i mean, we're not mad to bite unless you try to want me to bite u.. i mean when you stick your hand between my teeth, how can i not bite you? you're just asking for it......
And oh yeah... you can send me your feed back... to 98-49-1-pooch