Priya has three dogs, all neutered and sterilized. They are three year old siblings. Due to a disagreement in her family, she may have to give them up soon. Her father, who is against the adoption, has thrown her and the dogs out of their house, and to quote Priya:

I have many places to go but my dogs have none.

The dogs are currently tied up in a relative’s garden, but it is a temporary fix at best. Priya is heartbroken. The dogs are siblings and have always been together. She would appreciate if they are adopted separately, but would like nothing more if someone takes all three of them home together.

Priya says:

I cannot release them back on the street, they wont be able to survive. There are no permanent kennels in Ahmedabad where they can be kept either. If we can’t find them a home they will eventually have to be put to sleep which is something I would never want to do willingly.

I am ready to take the financial responsibility of their health and food needs, including the cost of any fencing that will need to be done in your home/garden for them.

This is not a request but a cry for help.

Indog for adoption

So hurry. Help save these three adorable dogs. Call Priya at +91 9909005284

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One such email was recently forwarded to me by Mridu Minocha — one of Delhi’s most visible animal rights activists. It was an email from one Niyyatie S Dua, requesting all dog lovers to join her in a rally on the 10th of July 2010, to protest the killing of six stray dogs that she cared for. Niyyatie actually sent photographs, but I am not posting them because of their graphic nature. They were all poisoned to death.

But I did cry for them… each and every one of them. I wanted to be a part of Niyyatie’s rally, but could not, because I was in a different city. But those of you who did, I’d like you to know that we at Paws Awhile are proud of you. Proud of you for giving voice to those who cannot speak. We only wish that for all humans who show their animal sides in killings like this, we had more of you to stand against them in a show of humanity.

Niyyatie, we are sorry for your loss. Believe us when we say, we know what you are going through.

Speaking of humanity, how can we not end this article with a mention of human force? The new councilors of Kolkata Municipal Corporation have started talk about a mass removal of dogs from the streets of Kolkata. Unfortunately, the Corporation has neither the expertise nor the necessary data to carry out this task.

What we are looking at is a likely disaster and torture of street dogs by ignorant dog catchers. To add to that there will be a hoard of dog haters filing false complaints of dog bites with the civic body. No one will investigate them, and one fine day, you will find your friendly neighborhood stray being taken away in a van, never to come back home again.

Is that what you want to happen?

Do you know that a large percentage of the dogs that are picked up by organizations employed by civic bodies, are never returned to their homes?

Do you know that there is a black market out there for dogs to be treated as research subjects in laboratories who don’t mind paying under the table to acquire them?

Do you want that to happen to your friend?

Dog lovers of Kolkata, write to us. Stand up for your four legged friends. Give homes to as many of them as you can.

Come humans, show your humanity.

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Is it consistent with the previous ones in the series? Were the previous titles written in title case, or was it sentence case? Hmm… then I decided to let it go. This is one place where I do not need to obsess about being right unless I am totally wrong.

So, this post was supposed to a chronicle of a dog walker. I have a story… it has little to do with dogs, but it happened when we were out for a walk.

There is this little swamp in the neighborhood. It shouldn’t be there, smack in the middle of a concrete jungle, but it is. A long time ago, this place used to a large waterbody – an extension of the erstwhile Salt Lake lagoon. It used to be owned by the local “raj” family (loosely translates to small kingdom… but in terms of kingdom, it really was tiny).

When hard times began to befall their family, they stopped the upkeep of their properties. Slowly, silt and rubbish started clogging the waterbody, and before long, most of it had vanished.

As times got tougher, they started selling part by part of this natural landfill to different owners. Some fifty years later this community is a far cry from what it used to be. It is now a crowded concrete jungle.

This little swamp remains the last evidence of what used to be – the water body. My father recalls it as a large lake with a marble pathway leading to a small marble arch in the centre. That was of course a long time ago. All I have seen during my lifetime is a dirty swamp being gradually covered by rubbish and water hyacinth until it became safe for people to encroach on it.

Recently, some of the community old timers got together to restore the “lake”. They collected money and started restoring the lake to its erstwhile grandeur. It was exciting to watch the swamp slowly taking a lovely, well-kempt shape.

Then, as we were halfway through, work stopped. Local politicos and musclemen had interfered in the restoration work leading to squabbling, and ultimately to the suspension of work.

The swamp remains half done. It is connected to the river Hooghly (I think) because it always sees a rise in its water level when it’s high tide in the river. It was on one of those days that I was walking the dogs along the swamp.

There was a little more water in it than usual, but I wasn’t sure how long we would be able to see the water. Garbage is fast filling up the space, and the water is dark and dirty.

I didn’t really notice anything until the dogs stopped. They are not very big in size but are unbelievably strong. So when they decided not to budge, I had to look. They were all staring intently at the water.

I strained my eyes to see what was wrong. There was something in the water. Struggling, fluttering – it was a pigeon. It had somehow fallen in the water and was now stuck in the algae floating around. As hard as it tried to reach the embankment, it made little progress.

We stood and watched for a good 15 minutes. The little bird was tenacious. It had managed to inch quite close to dry land. Just a little more effort would do. We left the bird at that and walked away.

A little while later, on our second round through the same route, I noticed with alarm a little girl standing next to the swamp and pelting stones into the water. She had an audience too – an elderly gentleman who looked at her disapprovingly but did not say anything.

As I rushed towards the girl, I was afraid that the damage was already done. I was right. She had managed to scare the little bird back into the middle of the swamp and it was completely sapped out of energy.

I had to be stern with her. She was still pelting stones. So I asked her not to. She didn’t listen. I asked her again – this time rudely. She stopped and then frowned at me. I didn’t mind. I am anyway quite unpopular in the neighborhood for speaking against what I thought was wrong.

We had to get help now. We caught hold of a passerby and requested him to get some one from the nearby sweeet shop. They kept pigeons. It was possibly one of theirs.

As the boy left, the bird made a last ditch effort to fly. With all the energy it had left, it fluttered – one wing – swam a circle and was gone forever. Help came a little late and when they fished the bird from under the water, the stone pelting girl was still standing there wondering why we were expending so much effort to rescue “just a pigeon”!

It was sad to leave the place. We could have saved the bird. The dogs go unbelievably quiet when they witness a death. They were quiet that day as well… And behind the tragedy of a lost life, I could not help but shudder at how indifferent man will soon grow to the plight of others.

I know she will pelt stones again, and she is just 9.

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A few days ago, Rajashree Khalap of the Indian Pariah Dog Fan Club made a post about the brutal killings of Indian dogs in Meerut.

This is a worrying phenomenon that has  been raising its ugly head in India in recent times. A few years ago, the administration in Bangalore, under pressure from its electorate, went on a rampage – ordering the massacre of thousands of street dogs in the state. Disturbing videos of the incident still do the rounds of the Internet, and if you have the stomach for it, look out for the Bangalore dog killings on Youtube.

You will not just find the revolting video on the site, you will also find insults made to the country in general by the Youtube netizens that you would like to protest, but will be unable to because they are completely justified.

This incident was repeated a year later in Mumbai, and now it has happened in Meerut. In the interim, there has been similar incidents in other parts of the country as well – most notably in Kolkata where certain sickos took advantage of power cuts and kept beating up dogs and leaving them for dead in dumpsters. This continued until the city’s leading newspaper, The Telegraph reported the incident.

We too had blogged about it on Paws Awhile. Incidents like these make me wonder whether the Indian race is in a state of reverse evolution. They have started to hunt in packs, and unfortunately their most easy prey has been man’s best friend.

I know a lady, who, having lost the very last member of her family at a relatively young age, started taking care of the dogs in her locality. That was her solace, but such is the nature of man that every time a dog barked at someone in the locality they would turn up at her place warning her of dire consequences. This continued until one day a large mob from the locality broke into her home and beat her up badly along with the dogs.

Fortunately, some of the city NGO’s stepped in on her behalf and filed a case against the prominent members of that mob in the city court. The lady won the case. The court ordered the authorities to make provisions for her to care for the dogs without being threatened or harmed. The mob has backed off, albeit dicontentedly. But for how long?

I myself have had people come up to my home and warn me of not feeding or arranging treatment for dogs in my locality. They are trying to build a general consensus against my family, they say. It’s not uncommon – such threats, but what is worrying is that they get bolder every time.

So what can be done about it? At one time there was a boom in the number of people campaigning for, adopting, supporting and raising their voices in favor of Indian street dogs. Blogs like Indian Pariah Dog, Paws Awhile, Dog Spot are all results of this boom.

Then came the bust. People started losing interest. Take this blog for example. Statistics say we have around 150 to 200 regular subscribers. Analytics say that almost all of our subscribers follow our posts quite regularly. However, 90% of them don’t even care to leave a comment.

If we were to organise a walk and a rally to raise awareness about INDogs, how many of you, our readers, would respond?

This, my dear friends, is what is left behind – Apathy. And it is now purely up to you to decide whether you want a ring-side view of the steady persecution of the Indian dog, or whether you want to descend in the arena and be one of the gladiators in the battle to save them.

The choice is yours, and I am looking at all of you… still hopeful.

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At present I walk 3 of them – each one very dissimilar from the other. The questions that I face, right from which breed (commonest), to their age, or if they are neutered, to how they live together under one roof, are quite astounding.

One query still tickles me… We came across this lady who owns a long-haired female INDog. She asked me if Tommy and gang get regular haircuts (all 3 are short coated-Chinky’s being the shortest).

Another common query is where I got or bought them from… and when I reply that my dogs are from the street, they usually go speechless.

In fact, one uncle kept on arguing that he thought I was joking, and when I wouldn’t concede, said that at least the black one cannot be a roadside dog!

I will have to admit, I don’t walk my dogs. It’s usually them walking me. Especially Tommy being the alpha male always gets to decide where to go for walk.

There are many more stories I have to share, but I will keep them for later. Here’s just one final word:

Tommy and Blacky just love long walks. We walk for 50 mins and approximately 6 kms in the morning. It keeps both them and me fit. What I hate is the sniffing part… especially Blacky.

He keeps sniffing stuff as if he is a sniffer dog. I hate standing doing nothing while they sniff intently!

This write-up was mailed in by Dr. Manik Godbole in response to the first issue of our series “Chronicles of a Dog Walker”. Dr. Godbole is a prominent INDogs rights activist from Mumbai and a steady supporter of Paws Awhile.

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So I see three teenage boys approching us. They seem to be arguing amongst themselves. When they draw closes I can hear ” Na na… ami bolchhi eta neri noi!” (No no, I am telling you this is not a baldie street dog), I hear one of the boys insist to his friends.

Another one chimes in: “Han, o theek bolechhe. Eta biliti kukur. Amaar didir barite ei kukur achee.” (Yes, he is right. This is a foreign dog. My sister owns one just like this”.

As they draw closer, the first boy decides to resolve the fight once and for all. He asks me: “Achchha didi, boloto eta ki neri?” (Tell me didi, is this dog a baldie?)

I felt a little sorry for him. Oh the disappointment of discovering that the exotic looking dog on leash is indeed a neri.

So I looked at Aru and took a deep breath, then turned towards the boys, smiled, and said “NO”.

The young boy had a proud smile on his face, but his friend still had his doubts.

He asked me: “Tobe eta ki kukur?” (Then what kind of a dog is he?)

I thought for a second. People have been known to believe that Aru resembles a fox more than he does a dog.  Sample this:

Aryaman or Aru for short

So I told him: “Arre, dekhchho na kemon sheyaler moton dekhte? O to ekta Fox Hound!” (Don’t you see the resemblance between him and a fox? He is of course, a fox hound!)

Voila! I had made a believer out of the skeptic. Although he did not believe what I would have wanted him to (that INDogs are just as acceptable as pets as any imported breed), it still was nice to see him have his peace of mind back.

His friends were happier. One said: “Dekhli? Ami bolechhilam!” (Saw? I told you!)

The other boy’s response was however priceless: “Arre amaar didio to ei kukuri pushechhe!” (This is exactly the breed of dog that my sister owns!)

With that I will end this story, but obviously, there are more to come.

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For those not aware of what happened, here is the link: (WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT CLICK UNLESS YOU HAVE AN EXCEPTIONALLY STRONG HEART)

http://meerut-incident.synthasite.com/

Please do your bit and write to all the addresses provided in the blog. We cannot undo what has already taken place, but maybe… just maybe… we can try to keep it from happening again.

This was a day of shame for all Indians.

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Aryaman or Aru for short

Pariah – It is an Indian term used to designate people of the lower caste in the state of Tamil Nadu.

Pariah Dog – An often misused word referring to dogs of a typical physiological and genetic classification. They are found in different regions around the world. Experts believe them to be at a transitional stage of evolution between the ancient wolf and the modern pure breed dogs. In short, they are probably the purest form of dog, and its most ancient breed still roaming the face of this earth.

A typical Pariah dog anywhere in the world is of medium size, with erect ears, a wedge shaped head with a pointed nose, and a long curved tail that is usually kept curled over its back in a shape similar to a sickle. They come in various shades of tan, black, white, and piebald.

INDogs – Short for Indian Native Dogs. The term refers to most of the dogs you see roaming around the streets in your locality. The INDogs, or the common INDog morphotype have all the features of typical pariah dogs.

Mutts or Mongrels – Dogs of mix breeds that show some pariah characteristics. Almost all mix breed dogs in India have some pariah/INDog genes in them.

Pure Breed Dog: A term referring to most dogs from the western world. Ironically, all pure breed dogs are in reality mixed breeds created by humans for a specific purpose.

For example, the Leonberger is a pure breed dog created by mixing the Pyrennes Mountain Dog and the Saint Bernard. The ever popular Labrador Retriever is said to be a mix of St. John’s Water Dog (also a parent breed of the Newfoundland dog) and St. Hubert’s Hound of France.

Some Recognized / Popular Pariah Dog Breeds of the World:

• The Israeli Canaan Dog
• The Carolina Dog
• The Dingo
• The Basenji
• The New Guinea Singing Dog
• The Rhodesian Ridgeback
• The Thai Ridgeback
• The Akita

We hope that this little collection of definitions and examples will help dispel some of the commonly held misconceptions some of you may have about INDogs or Pariah dogs. The next time you decide to bring a dog to your home, do give the neighborhood dog a thought.

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One thorough look at the dog made me realize that he was a young male of pale yellow complexion. He was actually quite remarkable to look at because although he had all the common traits of an INDog – the erect batwing ears, the sickle like tail, he also possessed some of the traits one would find in a Rajapalayam dog. Yes, he had a pink nose and golden eyes.

He was also very friendly. Aru’s barking did not deter him one bit. He was still wagging his tail gleefully at Aru. When I approached him, he let me pet him and once I did, he absolutely melted. Obviously he had run away from someone’s home because he had a collar on him, but no tag. He stayed on around my home for a couple of weeks and then he was gone.

What happened here is not new. I see strange dogs in the neighborhood twice every year, and at about the same time some of the more familiar doggy faces of the area go missing… sometimes, I never see them again.

In India, hundreds of thousands of dogs live on the streets. They are neither neutered nor spayed. So twice every year, the young males in the packs are driven out by hardened adults who try to protect their females from mating with other dogs… even their own pups.

These young males then have to venture out on their own to find themselves new female companion(s) and to build themselves a new pack. To do this, they obviously have to go into territories of other dogs, subdue them in battle and take control of their packs.

Some times these lone castaways meet and bond to form powerful alliances that can overpower any small-sized pack.

A second scenario happens when they find a lone female, bond with her and together they begin  packs of their own. Of course, there is no guarantee that come mating season, the male will get to mate with his companion. He may be driven out of his teritorry by the other males out to test their luck for themselves.

It is quite a fascinating thing to observe, this changing of the pack dynamics. The migration pattern of the dogs, and how nature takes its own course to prevent inbreeding amongst the dogs in this way.

As humans of course the other marvellous thing is to come across a familiar dog in a strange place far away from home who would welcome you with a wagging tail and a sparkle in his eyes.

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Get your hands on a set of four popular ebooks that is bound to make your pet’s and your lives a whole lot easier.

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Remember, the proceeds from your purchase will go towards the care of the Paws Awhile dogs.

We are not asking for donations. Instead, we have put together a package that will give you value for money, and some very adorable dogs, a lifeline.

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