Bringing up Tommy: The Joy and Sorrow of adopting an Indian stray dog.

Out on a leash, this is the way we walk or dogs. Blacky and Browny drew attention like a horse-shoe magnet, iron filings. one of their most ardent fans is a six-year-old lad named Saahil. The cute tyke assumed they are some kind of toys, and on one occasion he reached abruptly forward, snatched the leashes from my hand and started to walk the dogs away. my heart stood still in horror. my dogs might be glossy and cute, but they are beasts with boundless energy, and drag me around like tin cans tied to car bumpers. But lo behold. They followed their little kidnapper with a slack on the leash, maybe wearing a glum expression on their faces like they were being taken to the doctor.
The amazing thing was these guys maybe mere stray animals, but they could figure out that a kid is fragile and precious, and gentleness is absolutely the need of the hour, no matter how terrible it makes you feel,
How many grownup humans we see speeding rashly with a small child in the car, how many educated parents loose their patience and harm their child irreversibly. these animals are little miracles