I should admit about my discomforting behavior when I am around any dogs, especially street dogs; because pet dogs are under the guidance of their owner. Once you come in front of them, you would have faith on the dog-owner that he/she would save you from any awful incident. And you know they are also very loyal to them so let me remind you about one fact:
“Never, ever become enemy of those who own dogs.”
You see when you come out of your house, all those street dogs that have their fixed places to sit, just walk on to you and start smelling you. At first, You would have a frightened sense that it might bite you. And if you try to think about running away then I should tell you Mr./Ms. they will give you a life time athletic experience. I know that. I have been there. Not exactly in ‘chased’ situation but the ‘closer one’.
It was the evening of summer day, I was walking on the colony road which was empty except some of the street dogs were fighting just 200 meters from me. I was only 10 years old. Suddenly, I had a strong frightening sixth sense about the next minute when I saw those filthy (Sorry, dog lovers) bunch of 5-6 dogs were in extremely nail-biting war with other colony’s dog (I guess) who was somehow caught up in this street among these freakishly insane dogs. Oh man, what about their eardrum cranking bark. You can hear them from 1 km of distance. I actually didn’t want to follow the road and enter into their zone, but I had this boyish pride (I am tough man) against me which dragged me to face this unforgettable situation. All those dogs, mostly light brownish with white mark, were almost threatening that poor dog with some loud anger and devious noise.
I always had this theory as you might all know that all street dogs divide their working/living area among them and once a dog from other colony tries to step in to their area, they will give them hard time and clearly remind them the value of the agreement.
“No, no, no, no, you are not welcome here. If you ever cross this line, I swear, no more teaching lessons, no-no-no, I would bite and kill the bone out of you. You better be watchful about your steps moving in our area.”
It’s like a gang-war kind of situation. So, I guess that was the same thing going on there. I decided, since the fight was occurring extremely left side of the road, I thought that I could walk from the extreme right. I was minding my own business, not concerning of their tantrum but the moment I reached exactly opposite of those dogs – I don’t know what happened to them; maybe it was the extreme anger – they all ran onto me with their sharp-shaped teeth around my thigh. I just stepped back stuck to the gate (bad luck, no space to get away). They surrounded me from three sides near my hip, barking like hell. Next second, before I would think of something they, somehow by the grace of god, came to their senses like ‘no-no-no he is not the one whom we should bite. He lives here. So, let’s leave him’. And they left me on a high heart-beat tinkle. I was shocked but as soon as I realized that I am fine, I checked out from the place right away. That was the most awful experience of my life.
It’s not like street dogs are always scary, they are also the most loyal friend of you as a protector once they remember you. Like, in my colony where I live now sometimes I come at my home by 12 at night or after midnight. Of course, road would be empty, they see me coming from the first end of the road and start following without making any noise till I reach my home. You see, once they know you they do not threat any harm to you. They even behave as a bodyguard if situation needs, regardless of whether you are giving them any food or not.
At last, I need to say this:
“I am writing this post at this ungodly hour (reminds me of howard’s mother from TBBT show) 4:30 am, woken up by some dogs who are still barking outside, I don’t know at whom or for what reason.”
Okay, signing off now without penning down about any morals behind this post. I am sure you all reader would interpret.
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