They seem to be a combination of several different breeds that I can't identify, so I just call them mutts.
I have mixed feelings when I see a street dog. I get really happy when I see dogs most anywhere. I'm a huge dog fan. But I feel a tinge of sadness when I see a dog on the street. It's different on the street. They don't always look too good. Some of them have really nasty skin diseases and others have painful looking limps. I can't help but feel like things could be better. At the end of the day, I know I can't take up all these dogs on my own. And to be honest, it may not be so bad. I can't trust my first impressions.
Street dogs live at almost every block in the city. What's interesting is that they seem to stick to their own turf. It looks to me like they aren't nomadic creatures.
I decided to follow a couple of the dogs that rule my neighborhood last night, and I learned a few things. First of all, dogs sleep during the day and search for food overnight. Dogs are scavengers. They look through waste on the street (of which there is plenty) for food. They don't ever beg humans for food. I think it's because Indian people don't ever feed them by hand.
The dogs are extremely territorial. Dogs in a block will never cross into another dog's turf, and vice-versa. As I was walking home one late night, a pack of dogs started barking at me and following me. As soon as I walked around the corner onto another street, the dogs backed off and I was greeted by another pack of strays.
