Dog in a Ditch

I saw a dog guiltily soaking in the cool relief of a ditch flooded with weeds swimming through loose muddy water. I had been scouting for a place to lunch at, marching to and from and peeping into all gullies and streets in the afternoon sun when this half grown stray mutt caught my eye. I do not know whether it was my giraffe t-shirt that day or the doggie was really terrified of human presence (wearing giraffe tees?)

 
A scared dog or two or many is no news for me anymore. That’s how they behave generally; they yelp and gallop for their lives when they spot people. The fear of being chased wherever they choose to stretch and yawn and sleep skins the life off of them. Every man is as stupid and ill-intentioned as the next.  [Not so wrong, are they?]
 
But diseased and lonely isn’t how dogs should be!
 
I remember mongrels in Noida clearly, even though my bi-annual trips back home rarely afford me the time to gawk around and play with the canines.
Roger was a... special dog.

Roger was a… special dog.

They are insanely open and affectionate. Unless you run at them with murderous intent, they laze around like the happy dogs they are (doggies who are served breakfast by aunties in apartments: my mom’s part of the brigade! A full tummy makes a happy doggie, yes?) and their default function is to wag their tails and loll their tongues and pit-pat on the concrete sidewalks to squeeze all of your attention with puppy eyes. Other than that, they can be very nasty if you are. They respond to your whistle and clicking of the fingers. My father visited his college a couple of months back, aybe a year. Here’s what non-Oriya dogs pups do when they see you– 
Launching Lickity Lick Attack!
Formation Complete, Fire!
 
 
In Bhubaneshwar, they flee.
 
That makes me sad. When I’m out on down the road, these muddle-headed things are sure to bump into me.
When my last shot of coffee for the day/night decides to kick in and yet another seduces cuppa me into another chapter of that I’ve been stealing glances at, I hear them howl. Not one, not amy. An indistinguishable number rises from the dead of the inky balck night and meets up. An important conference perhaps, where all the dogs putting up in my college campus are invited to attend to strategize further strategies to pound concern and sympathy or an inviting helplessness to goad another idiot into stoning them away, eating another bite into uneasy consciences. You thought cats were scheming by nature?
 
 
 I was hoping to be able to do something for these muddle-headed doggies; I am onto a few plans. Let’s hope they fall into place. Injured and weak dogs aren’t a loving sight to the eye or the heart, trust me.
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3 thoughts on “Dog in a Ditch

  1. Living in London, it was very rare to see a stray dog on the streets, but here in Spain it’s not unusual to see some poor, skinny mutt that has obviously been kicked out once it owner tired of it. There’s little we can do, apart from feel helpless and sorry for it. We have a dog of our own. As Sammy’s about 18-years-old, it’s getting harder to look after him. But he’s still chipper and bright, when he’s not busy snoring and smelling.

    • That’s beautiful 🙂
      Both my parents had pets (mom had an Alsatian and dad adopted a stray, lost pup during his childhood)
      Sadly, I’ve never had one; they need time and attention, they’re family, except for the tail.

      I figured not having a pet at all is better. What breed is Sammy?

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