An Autobiography of a Street Dog
On a winter night, I was born together with my three brothers, near a dustbin in a street corner. It was an uncelebrated birth of a dirty black puppy, so tiny and bony, and indeed extremely ugly to look at.
Four of us created funny noises, awaking men and women in the adjoining slums. We could hear them cursing us for disturbing them in their sleep. I was the smallest of all the four and the weakest, too. My stronger siblings drank my mother's milk more than I. According to Darwin's Theory of ' the survival of the fittest', I grew up, becoming smaller and weaker than my stronger siblings. Whenever some scraps of food were thrown by someone into the dustbin, I was the last fellow to have a meagre share of it.
My days passed in this miserable way. I felt that I was an unfortunate child. I left my dear ones, and went with a new friend to live in front of a hotel, where the left-over food was more than sufficient for both of us. Now then I realized the contentedness of having my stomach fed with nutritious and sumptuous food. Very soon, I grew more flesh and I no longer looked bony and ugly. I began to feel happier by the day. My friendship with my friend grew better each day. I was fond of following my good friend, everywhere he went. Whatever he did, I also followed. If he shook his tail in joy, I would do likewise.
All went well, until one morning, I saw a pet dog climbing onto the lap of a beautiful lady, who was caressing it. I was sure that the little white furry thing was looked after well and it looked well-fed. There would certainly not be a need for it to fight with other street dogs for its survival. How fortunate it was! Ah, if I could be a pet to someone who really cared for me, perhaps I would not have to wander about for food in the alleys of any hotel, as I am till this day.
Four of us created funny noises, awaking men and women in the adjoining slums. We could hear them cursing us for disturbing them in their sleep. I was the smallest of all the four and the weakest, too. My stronger siblings drank my mother's milk more than I. According to Darwin's Theory of ' the survival of the fittest', I grew up, becoming smaller and weaker than my stronger siblings. Whenever some scraps of food were thrown by someone into the dustbin, I was the last fellow to have a meagre share of it.
My days passed in this miserable way. I felt that I was an unfortunate child. I left my dear ones, and went with a new friend to live in front of a hotel, where the left-over food was more than sufficient for both of us. Now then I realized the contentedness of having my stomach fed with nutritious and sumptuous food. Very soon, I grew more flesh and I no longer looked bony and ugly. I began to feel happier by the day. My friendship with my friend grew better each day. I was fond of following my good friend, everywhere he went. Whatever he did, I also followed. If he shook his tail in joy, I would do likewise.
All went well, until one morning, I saw a pet dog climbing onto the lap of a beautiful lady, who was caressing it. I was sure that the little white furry thing was looked after well and it looked well-fed. There would certainly not be a need for it to fight with other street dogs for its survival. How fortunate it was! Ah, if I could be a pet to someone who really cared for me, perhaps I would not have to wander about for food in the alleys of any hotel, as I am till this day.
By Adrian Tan
6 Integrity/2013
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