It’s a very weird thing but every night, my husband and I go from my in-laws place to our small flat after dinner. The two buildings are not very far apart from each other, but the distance spans 2 canine territories.

Initially if it was a bit late, the dogs of the 2 territories used to suspect that we were up to some mischief so late in the night. The problem was even more acute in the winter when we used to cover ourselves with shawls and caps. The sight was enough to raise the suspicions of any humans who saw us, let alone the dogs.

Even we, who have a dog at home, were scared sometimes. However, if you observed closely, like I did, you would notice something fantastic going on between these two warring doggy factions at night. Even if the 2 territories have a tiff in between them, they would fight any stranger coming into the lane together.

There is usually a “wouuuuu” from the lane entrance, followed by another in the middle of the lane, and then suddenly you would hear all the dogs in the lane protesting together.

And then the dogs in the 2nd (connecting) lane starts playing their role in this saga. They are aggressive, they keep a close watch on their suspect. The 2nd last “grrrrrrrrrrrr” comes from a black stout dog with dangerous eyes that are very scary even in day time. On an aside, I have noticed that he is a remarkably monogamous dog—now make what you would of that.

After he growls, the thief (if there really is one around) either faints or runs, which is DANGEROUS. If nothing happens inspite of all these, there is the last provision for a watch tower dog who spends the night in the first floor balcony of an apartment nearby. Ultimately, all this racket wake up his owners, and any planned theft is nipped in the bud.

Now, like I told you before, these dogs meted out the same treatment to my husband and me as well, but one day I decided enoughhhh was enoughhhh…….. and when I went out I made it a point to go very close to the dogs so that they can sniff me. They did sniff me for a long time, and then they seemed to be sorry for shouting at us all these days. The last one to sniff and acknowledge me was the big black dog……..

The scene now is that, every night we are escorted to the 2nd lane by the our canine friends from lane 1. They hand us over to our four-legged friends from lane 2. It’s a chain, and the last team to escort us back home is “Blackie” and his wife. Their friend from the watch tower also keeps a close vigil on whether everything is perfect or not… Turns out, they make a perfect Good Night for us.

This is a guest post by Smita Mukherjee, the winner of our March giveaway.

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