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It was a Sunday morning and I got up very early in the morning at about 5 AM. It’s actually very very early for me. It was pre-decided to go and meet tripod that Sunday. I was waiting for a confirmation on time. We decided to go to the ARF Shelter at Kengeri at 4:00 PM. I started at 4:00 PM and it started drizzling as soon as I kick started my bike. In few minutes it started raining heavily and I was completely drenched. In another 10 minutes or so it stopped raining and clouds gave way for the sun to come out. It was a nice drive on Nice Road and by the time I reached the shelter I was all dry except my shoe.

Shelter. It’s an open space without any fence/boundaries. In front of me there were two enclosures. The one on the right hand side was must e about 20X20 ft. Fenced from all sides and covered from the top. It had two partitions with 3-4 dogs in each partition. I was told that at times when there are more cases they have to keep more dogs together. On the left side there were individual kennels, big enough to squeeze one dog, with a gate on the front and concrete floor and walls.

As soon as I parked my bike I was surrounded by 4-5 dogs. They started following me. All of a sudden I heard loud whining noise when I was about 15 steps away from the shelter on the left. It was Tripod. As the front portion of those kennels is covered, dogs kept in those kennels do not get the outside view and obviously Tripod could not have seen me, but it smelled that I was there and started whining. As I was approaching the kennel, Tripod started whining louder and louder. Finally I entered into that shelter and found Tripod in the third kennel. He started jumping all over the place looking to come out. I was happy to see good amount of biscuits and milk kept there. I opened the gate and he pounced on me. At times bonding between humans and animals can be stronger than bonding between humans. Specially in today’s world human bonding is becoming weaker day by day, eventually a day will come when we’ll finish ourselves.

There were many other dogs outside and about 7-8 small pups. Tripod was still whining. In some time it became normal. I spent about 45 minutes with him and was very happy to see him in a good shape. Another good part was that they were keeping all these dogs really well. Although that place is not big but with limited facilities they were managing it well with plenty of food for the animals.

In the mean while there was a family who came there. They adopted two beautiful pups.

Here are some of the pups which are yet to be adopted:

“Until there are none, Adopt One, so Don’t Shop Adopt”


I want to go back to sleep

Life out of these bars

Fight for survival

Its all mine

Dog looking at another dog

Eating time

Requesting the readers to share this and help in getting these pups a home. They also deserve to lead a good life, just like other pets for which people pay money and bring them home. Anyone interested can get in touch with me @ +91 9986009709.

Finally the time came to depart. I had to put Tripod back into the kennel. I had to do it despite of my dislike. That was the worst part. I locked him, gave him a final pat on the head and started walking away. Once again I had to listen to Tripod’s whining; the only difference was that the noise was fading as I was walking. I didn’t had the courage to turn back. I kept walking and went away on the bike.

My next destination was KRUPA shelter. It was close by. As soon as I stopped my bike in front of the gate I was terrified by the glimpse of what I saw behind the gate. There were about 20 dogs surrounding the gate and barking. It took me a couple of minutes to gather courage to go inside. Moreover we were carrying a big bad of buns and milk. I was holding the bag full of bun. While I was trying to get inside from the little opening (although I do not need large space because of my size), few dogs sneaked out. The caretaker went out and got all those dogs in. In the meanwhile I was in middle of all those dogs holding the bag full of bun. They were all pounding on us to get the food. While I was trying to make my way through the army of dogs towards the shelter, I saw a dog with three legs. One if its leg was recently amputated. Then I saw a dog whose hind legs were paralyzed. It was crawling on the front legs. There were few more three legged dogs. Many more tripods. I saw a couple of more paralyzed dogs. As I went further ahead, I saw a nice black dog sitting a little far away. It was not moving at all. I saw a bicycle tyre tube tied on one of the legs. I was told that it’s a pet dog and it stepped out of its owner’s house and went into neighbors’ backyard, where it was beaten by the neighbor. The beating was so severe that it had multiple fractures and was completely paralyzed. It was brought here and over a period of few months it did some recovery and now it can lift its front body, but cannot put any load on the hind legs. It drags itself to move around and that is the reason why that tyre tube is wrapped around the leg to avoid any injuries. Eventually every dog had a story but a sad story.

So we kept moving and finally reached the place where we were supposed to feed these dogs. Within no time those buns were over and believe me there were about 100 buns.

Then I saw the caretaker trying a rope around the mouth of a dog. I went nearby to see what he is up to. This dog had a broken and severely wounded jaw. It was infected by maggots and they were eating it live. The caretaker was putting turpentine oil to drive the maggots out. It was a terrifying view. I went close to the black dog who was beaten up. There was a person petting him. I saw the dog resting his head on that person’s thigh and it was crying. That person told me that this dog cries every time he comes.

I spent about an hour and a half over here petting these dogs and left the place with a mixed feeling, which is hard to define. I do not know whether that day was a good day or a bad day. I was left with many thoughts hovering around my mind.


Written by Sushil Katre

August 10, 2010 at 9:06 PM

Posted in Uncategorized

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