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The first time I heard her howl I ran out to see where the sound was coming from, and just couldn’t make out. Another neighbour also heard, “It brings bad luck!” she said. It’s definitely been brought about by some dog’s bad luck. Next time I heard the heart breaking, miserable howling again, I saw her. She was alone in an empty, large balcony, a bowl of water and a little brown dog. I tried to cheer her by throwing biscuit and pedigree, and by whistling and talking softly...she being just a half grown puppy, got frightened. She had probably never been exposed to playing with humans, running with other dogs, going for walks or any other normal interaction that most dogs would take for granted.
First I thought the dog was left in the balcony when they go somewhere, so she can look at people passing by and not feel lonely. But now I know that that balcony is her world. I realise that they are decent people; they just don’t know that dogs have feelings the way we do. More than anything else, dogs need companionship; they like to be with us or at least with another dog. Dogs are social animals; separation anxiety kills them if moved away from their families or packs. Once they love you they love you for life.
Pets are a responsibility just like children. They need some exercise, a short walk, and more than anything else they need our company. If we do not like dog hair on the sofa, we should not keep a dog. If we cannot spend some time playing with a dog, or just talking to them, petting them, sitting with them, then why get a dog?
Can you imagine spending your whole life, alone, in a balcony? I feel so sad...I wish I could do something to help her. Not for this brown dog a joyous gallop in the green grass; she will not race, with her human companion, in the first drops of rain to reach home fast; she will never flop comfortably settling her belly on the cold floor, in the company of a loving family watching TV. No child will roll delightfully with her until both are shooed out to the balcony where both will continue their play, fetching a thrown ball, running and chasing, catching and swallowing biscuits (without tasting them, wasting them like Fredrick Algernon Trotville a.k.a. Fatty's Buster.) All these things happen only in my home.
Can’t they hear her cry?
I saw these delightful cartoons on Alankrita's blog, if you treat your dogs the way we do, you'll love them