True life dog stories:
The forsaken dog
This is a true story about a dog owned by a resident in Borella. It
happened over 10 years ago.
The man - we will call him Mr. X--- was very proud of the dog and
took good care of him. The dog too was very obedient and loved his
By some ill-luck, the dog got a skin disease. This disease is called
mange. Either because the dog did not get the right treatment at the
right time, or because of the dog's ill-luck, the mange spread all over
his body. The once cute dog was now a disgusting sight. As the mange got
worse his master's attention and care got less and less. He became
horrible to look at, and his master drove him right out of the house and
garden and shut the gate.Now the poor dog went along the road, stopping
at garbage dumps and ate whatever he found there and slept in any
shelter he found.
* * * * *
One day a young man who saw this thin mangy dog eating at a garbage
dump, felt sorry for him and stopped. He called him kindly and the dog
came up to him. He had a bread roll with him and he gave it to the dog.
The dog ate it all non-stop, and looked gratefully at the young man.
The young man made a sign to the dog to follow him. The dog followed
the young man to his home.
"What have you brought?" asked his family members who were shocked
and repelled by the dog's condition. "Drive him away, chase him out. We
cannot keep a mangy dog."
Despite the family's orders, the young man kept the dog, away from
the family members. He got the dog treated by a veterinary doctor, gave
him food to eat and looked after him. It did not take long for the dog
to recover completely.
Now the dog was as good-looking as before, and very playful. He did
not fight with the next-door dogs. He became friendly with all the
* * * * *
Time passed. One day, Mr. X, the dog's former owner passed that way.
He saw the dog playing with the other dogs. He stopped and watched the
dog playing. "Surely, this is my dog," he said to himself and called out
'Timmy', the dog's old name.
Hearing his old name, the dog turned around and looked at the
stranger. He stood still, as if in shock. He must have recognised his
former master's voice; but he did not run up to him. Mr. X called out
his name a few times but the dog did not budge. He gave one last look
and went into the house.
Then Mr. X opened the gate, went up to the house and knocked on the
door. The young man came out and Mr. X said, "This is my dog. How did he
come here? I am taking him away. Timmy, Timmy, come on."
"There is no dog of yours here. I brought him here when he was going
from garbage dump to dump looking for something to eat. He was mangy. I
paid a veterinary to treat him and cure him. I spent a lot to get him
back to good health. I fed him and looked after him. If you saw the
state he was in when I brought him, you would have driven him out of
sight." The argument between the two was getting louder and louder and
neighbours came to see what was happening. "Let us go to the police
station to sort this out," suggested one neighbour. The two men agreed.
* * * * *
Now the two owners and the dog and two or three neighbours are at the
police station. The young man is holding the dog by the chain. The dog
is seated by the young man's feet.
The two men told the police their side of the story. After recording
each one's statement the police officer was thoughtful for a few
The police officer had got a bright idea. He asked the two men to
stand apart and took the dog's chain into his hand. "We will let the dog
choose his master," said the officer and took the chain off the dog's
At once, the dog ran to the young man and started licking his legs.
"The dog loves this young man," said the police officer. "The dog's
behaviour shows that he is the real owner. So we will give the dog to
But Mr. X was not ready to accept the police officer's decision.
"Although the dog now shows affection for this man, he is mine. I
brought him when he was a little puppy, fed him and looked after him
till he was grown up." Mr. X went on and on putting forward his claims
to the dog.
The arguments were dragging on and on, with no sign of ending. The
youth became impatient.
He told Mr. X, "All right, then pay me what I spent to get the dog
treated and cured." "How much do you want?" asked Mr. X. "Rs. 2,000."
Mr. X took out his purse, pulled out a Rs. 2,000 note and threw it at
the young man and chaining the dog dragged him away. As the dog was
being dragged away he turned round again and again to look at his kind
But the young man did not see the dog looking at him. His eyes were
full of tears.