Doggie drama outside the office
I was mist of an editorial meeting, when the wail of a dog travelled at lightening speed from the parking lot to the second floor of the building. The wail grew into an unbearable howl of agony. A street dog was lying under the wheel of a car, in incredible pain, its right leg, smashed.
The sound was disturbing, and I called up Friendico’s who said they would try and send their ambulance soon. I went looking for my colleague S who is a fierce dog lover, so, fierce she would risk being bitten to save a little one from hurting. She was already on top of things; the organisation was sending a helper who would capture the dog, and they would transport it in her car to the centre, where medical facilities would be available.
In the meantime, the hurt little fellow was lying in a corner, S’ driver keeping watch, and with good reason. A brawny chap started poking around, and S called out to him sternly from her vantage point on the 2nd floor. He was shooed away. When the helper arrive, his intentions were no doubt, good, but he wasn’t exactly qualified to deal with an antagonised (and possibly hungry) street dog. The injured one snarled suspiciously and yelped in pain. A spray of pee dotted the footpath, the pee of fear, and he scuttled off into a corner. A huge crowd of curious folks gathered.
Someone offered milk, some were tickled by the spectacle, that of people trying to save a mere street dog, when people died on the streets every day. We shooed those who were not contributing in any manner, away. The helper got busy, but with no luck. Finally, a chap who worked at the neighbouring kiosk turned up. At first we doubted his intentions as his manner was a little rough. But then he caught hold of the dog, and bundled him in the trunk of S’ car, and they were off to the venue. But not before S gave the driver, the perpetrator of the crime a big lecture. He was a driver, who didn’t express any sort of emotion, negative or positive. It was just another day for him.
Coaxing the dog into a cage at the centre took more time. Post work S was off to check on his progress; such is the dedication of this dog-lover, putting the rest of us pseudo-canine lovers to shame.
In the midst of an editorial meeting, today, the agonising wail of a street dog travelled at lightening speed from the parking lot to the second floor of the building. A little black and white mongrel was lying under the wheel of a car, in incredible pain, its right leg, smashed.
It continued howling in pain. So, I called up animal shelter Friendicoes who said they would try and send their ambulance soon. I went looking for my colleague S who is a fierce dog lover, so, fierce she would risk being bitten to save a little one from hurting. She was already on top of things; the organisation was sending a helper who would capture the dog, and they would transport it in her car to the centre, where medical facilities would be available.
In the meantime, the hurt little fellow was lying in a corner, S’ driver keeping watch, and with good reason. A brawny chap started poking around, and S called out to him sternly from her vantage point on the 2nd floor. He was shooed away. When the helper arrive, his intentions were no doubt, good, but he wasn’t exactly qualified to deal with an antagonised (and possibly hungry) street dog. The injured one snarled suspiciously and yelped in pain. A spray of pee dotted the footpath, the pee of fear, and he scuttled off into a corner. A huge crowd of curious folks gathered.
Someone offered milk, some were tickled by the spectacle, that of people trying to save a mere street dog, when people died on the streets every day. We shooed those who were not contributing in any manner, away. The helper got busy, but with no luck. Finally, a chap who worked at the neighbouring kiosk turned up. At first we doubted his intentions as his manner was a little rough. But then he caught hold of the dog, and bundled him in the trunk of S’ car, and they were off to the venue. But not before S gave the driver, the perpetrator of the crime a big lecture. He was a driver, who didn’t express any sort of emotion, negative or positive. It was just another day in the parking lot, for him.
Coaxing the dog into a cage at the centre took more time. Post work S was off to check on his progress; such is the dedication of this dog-lover, putting the rest of us canine-lovers to shame.
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written with alot of passion