Story of a street dog 🐕
I am an observer but I cannot speak to you what I observe every day....
I lived in streets, roaming day and night in search of food and water which I found near the garbage or dried up pond or in murky water....
I played with my fellow friends by wagging my tail and jumping on them...
and I slept near a tree or where my body ditched me up....
One day , I woke up and startled to see that I am chained by the wretched men
I became emotional when I remembered the past....
How the men hit me up with stones or sticks...
How they threw the food to me in the rude way
But when I observe my cute fellow friends treated in a caring and loving way by the people....
I wanna get like this treatment towards me instead I was taken to a vet clinic and tagged me as a “ mad dog”...
This makes me feel bitter...
It is because I am shabby and childish!!!

- Rashmi Bhumi Reddy