My lane has always been lucky when it comes to street dogs. We’ve had some of the best dogs and everyone in the lane falls in love with them but somehow they can never think of another name besides the most commonly used “Raja”. One of our old dogs had passed away after a good sixteen years, after that the lane had lost it’s charm but in 2011, boy (I’ll explain the name later) came to our rescue.
I was walking up my lane when I saw this dog sniffing around. I was thrilled! I called out to him and he followed me. I took him to the place where the old Raja used to stay and then I went home, got him some rotis and biscuits and went back down. I found him sleeping in the exact same spot that I had left him in. He was very shy, didn’t wag his tail or anything so I left the food in front of him and left . When I went home, I tried to think of a name for him. The only thing I could come up with was “Boy”, because he did respond to that and it suited him.
The next day I went down to give him some food, this time I thought I’d feed him instead of just leaving it on the ground, so I put my hand out. Oddly enough, this guy would just stare at my hand for the longest time and just when I was about to take it back he’d snatch it out of my hand. At first I was a little terrified but now that I think about it, it was quite funny! Days passed on, I gave him food twice a day but he still never showed any signs of being happy.
One day I was walking up my lane, boy came to me and wagged his tail ONCE! I was ecstatic, haha! I couldn’t believe I finally got some reaction out of him. After that day everything changed. He never left my side (Well actually he’d always walk ahead of me, stop and wait for me to catch up and then start moving again). Once, he came with me to the bank and he waited right outside the oor. People were so scared of him, they didn’t leave the bank till he moved (which he didn’t). It was hilarious! Boy is also a big wuss! Whenever another stray gets territorial and tries to attack him, he hides behind my legs! And it’s not like I’m very brave when it comes to situations like these either, but luckily we always manage to escape without a scratch.
Sure enough everyone in the lane loves him and they spoil him rotten and of course, I’m the only one who calls him Boy. The great “Raja” still prevails.
We love all our Rajas and I hope every neighbourhood finds a dog like him
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