Cruel - Sympathy

A dozen meetings in a day...
A few loving pats...
A few hasty retreats...
They are your best friends...
They are your worst enemies...
Loving, Warm, Cuddly, Cute...
Just a few words used to describe them.

Well not wanting to actually write too much on the same style i am breaking the suspense and i'm sure some would have already guessed it by now. Yes they are our four legged buddy’s. DOGS . Growing up and having them always around I was one never with a lack of unhindered love from these gentle yet true friends. They never say no to playtime. They never say no to relaxation. They never complaint when you dump their plates with excess food. They never say no to a good cuddle.

I am pretty sure everyone of us has in some point of time actually had a loving time with them. At the same time I am sure that there are the bad times too.

Well enough with this moving on to why I am writing.

Two incidents that are in total opposite to what each other making you actually see the point I am making.

One evening well it was pretty late and in spite of being warned not once but several times to go slow near dogs I travel, tearing across the tarmac. True to dogs, a couple of ‘em come charging. Being in the mood to fight I actually stop and try charging back at the dogs. This I think should be one of the worst follies of this world. Well that said and done I run towards the dog trying to chase it away. This pleases me greatly to see the dog run the opposite direction. The instant I turn my back to it, it charges back. Call it sixth sense or whatever lucky I turned back just in time to avoid its powerful jaws. The routine repeats and I charge it again only to be stopped by a couple of people advise me to go on. I get on my bike and just start when I actually realize that the crazy bugger actually managed to call in all the neighbouring dogs to his aide. Wow this really makes you realize what wonderful co-ordination, the usually territory conscious dogs actually forget their boundaries and come to aide another in his cause which is of relevance to them.
Now it is time for the attacker to retreat with his tail between his legs. The only thing I could do to actually avoid being mauled by a dozen canine canines is to get back on my bike and speed away.
Times like these actually get you to hate these creatures to the core. Funny part is you hate them only at night!

The second situation occours in a similar setting. Late one evening… out on an evening walk I happen to come to a point where right in front is a couple of strays standing some distance from another all with their watchful eyes to one point. Another stray choking on a bone or whatever. The sight is so pitiful you cant do anything but stand there watching the whole scene coloured by sympathetic undertones. Wanting to help but helpless to do so is not a situation that one looks forward to.