Pariah Dog
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The Pariah Dog: Part II
A few more thoughts on my favourite subject. The Pariah Dog. These creatures exist in poetic contradistinction to the pampered dogs of the UK, the King Charles spaniel always comes to mind here.
I can also boast a co-researcher, a rather alert Danish woman called Mette I met in Varkala, Kerala, who demonstrated considerable acumen when it came to this curious species, the feral canines of the highways.
The Pariah Dog leaves no droppings whatsoever. In Paris spoilt pooches, holed up in apartments leave odd orange waste behing them, in England larger droppings can be found. In India droppings are, incredibly, completely absent.
The P Dog sets up night communication in waves of howls that run across palm groves and beaches. Like coyotes the howls spring up in an automatic way and all dogs join in. The pack behaviour also appeared when a European family rolled up with two Golden Retrievers. The smiling bred dog amidst a baying multitude.
The pariah dog of India, it has been suggested to me, may make a considerable delicacy to some of India's less well off. Last time I read the destitute here had reached fully 40% of the population.
Fatigue shows after a day looking into the P-Dog phenomen.
In reality. This is post-festival fatigue. My mother visited for a while. This image taken after a hot, hair-raising scooter ride on MG Road post-G &T. The festival was the night previous.
To celebrate the god Ganesh a temple elephant was marched from Trivandrum at night to head a procession up from the sea inland towards the hills.
The Pariah Dog: Part II
A few more thoughts on my favourite subject. The Pariah Dog. These creatures exist in poetic contradistinction to the pampered dogs of the UK, the King Charles spaniel always comes to mind here.
I can also boast a co-researcher, a rather alert Danish woman called Mette I met in Varkala, Kerala, who demonstrated considerable acumen when it came to this curious species, the feral canines of the highways.
The Pariah Dog leaves no droppings whatsoever. In Paris spoilt pooches, holed up in apartments leave odd orange waste behing them, in England larger droppings can be found. In India droppings are, incredibly, completely absent.
The P Dog sets up night communication in waves of howls that run across palm groves and beaches. Like coyotes the howls spring up in an automatic way and all dogs join in. The pack behaviour also appeared when a European family rolled up with two Golden Retrievers. The smiling bred dog amidst a baying multitude.
The pariah dog of India, it has been suggested to me, may make a considerable delicacy to some of India's less well off. Last time I read the destitute here had reached fully 40% of the population.
Fatigue shows after a day looking into the P-Dog phenomen.
In reality. This is post-festival fatigue. My mother visited for a while. This image taken after a hot, hair-raising scooter ride on MG Road post-G &T. The festival was the night previous.
To celebrate the god Ganesh a temple elephant was marched from Trivandrum at night to head a procession up from the sea inland towards the hills.
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