Friday, June 17, 2016

Inspiring a half a million Indians

Street dogs are just Indian dogs. Most poor Indians don't have the ownership ego of the west and often take care of a group of dogs as a community. The dogs guard the entire street and are worth their weight in gold. If one house feeds the dogs at night, another does by day, and everyone vies for it's special affection.:)

At least that's how it was before the British and now after the British have left. Mostly.

The upper middle class and rich though are aping the west and, barring a few exceptions, have neither a sense of community nor shared dogs and buy themselves foreign breeds that they need to jealously guard, pamper and ... protect! Lol. Really, values of the east and west are such opposites and they're on a collision course in India.

Out of the millions sharing community dogs in India, about a half a million are active dog caregivers. We go to extraordinary lengths for Indian dogs (from a local's point of view) and are usually rewarded with the brunt of abuse by animal haters. Until 2 years ago we could be beaten, have police descend on us, be politically persecuted, threatened and a few even ended up dead.

(We have recently won ourselves a little vague respect and recognition for our unique social service with a 'streetdog feeder' ID to fend off the police harassment at least.:)

But street dogs inspire so much love, so much devotion and fierce affection by their natures that dog feeders themselves fight for territory. lol, my bunch of 80 - 100 crisscross several animal lovers territories and I have to bear with their efforts.

Some do glucose biscuits exclusively, some milk, some share half their lunchboxes at noon, one even goes around the area giving them drinking water at midnight. The dogs love the visits and make a fuss over each like we're lifesavers! Intelligent little beggars.;)

Sickness is the one major break in the placid rhythm of caring - panic sets in, egos clash and chaos reigns.

My use of homeopathy to heal is often ignored during such crises - Mr Mahesh and his wife whisked off oldiefatty's young friend to the vet when there was fluid accumulation around his breastbone; SSR, a sceptic, had the petshop black girl in a cast for 4 weeks now and Kenchi is languishing in the CARE shelter after losing her eye in the accident. Lekha will ivermectin dogs to the gills and fleaspray a fleeing dog with grim determination! Nothing I can say or do calms anyone down.

I'm mostly amused and leave them to love in the way that makes sense to them. If it's got to be allopathic, it won't be long before the animal will be back on homeopathy with me again.

I did get mad at SSR though for the heavy cast (because it was on the wrong leg! The dog had injured it's l. hind leg, but the vet xrayed and determined that the r.foreleg was in urgent need! Poor girlie.:) and Mr.Mahesh for the syringing, the momo place's cancer dog being forcibly taken for surgery by two strangers, the random euthanasia and occasional dognapping by animal lovers who 'know best'.

But even then my guides calm me down with a "makes no difference" or "if it's done from love" and ... I understand. I've got here on that same road. I know those trips to the vet, the panic, the love, the fear and terror of losing a beautiful relationship, the fear of death. It's about living and learning to let go, and it takes time.

These free animals inspire us to compassion like ownership never could.


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