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They say “A blogger’s life is an open book”. Or atleast they should! Not only is a blogger’s life an open book, but the life of anybody who came across a blogger would be an open book the minute the blogger hits the Almighty “Publish” button. We need them posts, and we are ready to sacrifice man or dog to get them.
This morning, for example, i was walking down the street to my office. It was a beautiful weather, warm yet windy, and the birds were singing and the bees were chripping (or whatever it is bees do) although i really don’t think there were many bees around. This being one of those neighbourhoods that has “tiid” trees lined up outside every “giBi”, and an actual gardner to take care of them, it’s prefered by all to the big street with the noises and “yemekina chis” on it. Stray dogs, especially, frequent it. As do children going to school!! So it’s not exactly new, although no less intriguing (this hostility between kids and dogs), observing one chasing or being chased by the other with either a stone or the baring of the fangs. And both were taking place, on the otherwise peaceful street, this morning.
A kid of about 8, wearing his bright colored uniform and carrying a school bag bigger than his tiny person (as is always the unfortunate case with these elementary school kids which, according to my little bro Babi, is a ploy to avoid punishment by those who don’t know their daily programs meaning which text book to bring to class. For me, it’s a preview to the kind of life they were brought into and are probably feeling the burden of on their young shoulder already) was throwing stones at a dog. A little down the street, three other dogs were chasing a lonely brute with one short leg, baring their fangs. The funny thing was, the minute the child (rebuked by the sister to leave the poor creature alone) had dropped the stone and went his way, the dog that’s been trying to hide behind a bush with its tail between its legs run out feverishly and joined the three chasers. Snarling and making all sorts of noises a determined dog does. A minute later & the stranger dog having fled the premises with as much speed as its shorter leg allowed, the three strays decided to go back to their spot & chill. And who should proceed them jumping and making victorious noises that no doubt meant “yeTabatu! Lik asgebanew aydel?” in dogish?! This very dog that has been busy trying to save it’s hide from a stone earlier & would have been licking a wound if it wasn’t for the sister!!!
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