How lucky these dogs are. Though they aren't exactly in a rural area, there is obviously a lot of open space, greenery, even goats and cattle around. Enough for them to experience the life of village dogs; the life their ancestors lived.
I sense a rather self-congratulatory tone in many big-city Indy adopters, perhaps justifiable since they have, after all, saved the lives of street dogs.
Of course being in an urban house or apartment is safer than living on a city street. But I wonder whether one can call the lives of these city pets really high-quality in spite of the safety and all the sofas and beds and cushions they get to lie on; the fancy dog treats, collars and gear and birthday parties and Facebook accounts.
These are poor compensations for having to walk always on leash, always on concrete, never getting to explore or discover, never getting to interact freely with other dogs, never getting to use their sharp brains. For having to live most of their lives cooped up indoors.
My favourite thing is to see INDogs getting the best of both worlds, like Chocos and her daughters!
|Jelly watching cattle|
|Chocos with her best friend: a male Indy who spends most of his time with her|
|Chocos trying to blend in with a flock of goats|
| Climbing onto walls and high places is a very Indy thing|
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Photos: Vandana SB