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April 6, 2013

Unlike most women, I do not have men fighting over me. Instead, I have dogs fighting over me (a lot of them actually). And, I have to admit, I kinda like it too (yes, that sounds incredibly silly). 😀

Needless to say, my mother finds all this very disgusting. Infact she even refuses to walk in the park when I am around. But that doesn’t stop me from doing whatever I do (petting them, playing with them) and being whoever I am.

So this is what the routine is like –

My mother is most often caught up in television series and loses track of time till I tell her that I am going for a walk. Reluctantly she accompanies, with a stick in hand (as if that is going to help!).

The two spotted me in the park...

The two spotted me in the park…

When the dogs spot me, they run towards me (much to my mother’s dismay)…

And before I’ve had a good chance at petting all of them, a fight ensues. The fight is mostly started by K.K and the dog who gets beaten most often is Poltu. I don’t interfere because they are just playing really…atleast I think so.

And a fight ensures...

And a fight ensures…

Soon,  they forget all about me (its not me per se actually, its more of a territorial conflict. Its almost like I am a part of their territory, which cannot be shared.) …

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Finally after an extended session of whatever it was, they get bored of each other and let go…

But this post is not about how they fight with each other or what happens when I go out for an evening stroll. It is in fact about attitudes. Yes, that’s right… attitudes!

I had written a post a couple of months back about a dog called Blackie. Anybody who read that would think that our apartment was filled with barbarians (even I had sort of started believing that). Any group/society can be judged by the way it treats its animals and by those standards, ours wasn’t a compassionate one at all. In fact such was our insensitivity that most people in the apartment couldn’t see what was wrong in beating a dog to death. And I had almost lost all hope…

And then I saw a few kids playing with Poltu today, offering him something to eat. And I wondered what prompted them to do such a thing. Kids, who used to be mortified of dogs…

Then I realised…they had seen me running with these dogs and how I played with them. I used to have a lot of fun. Everyone in the apartment saw that (and sneered at me too). So I figured that they figured that if these chaps weren’t biting me, the possibility of them getting bitten is low. Infact they were missing out on a lot of fun. So they thought of joining the bandwagon…

I am not sure whether the repeated, persistent behaviour of mine got those kids to make a move. Or did they make it out of curiosity but they made one and that is what is important. I hope the kids realise how much love dogs are capable of giving and I hope they can make this a better place for them …

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