Street dogs are street-smart. I grew up thinking the dog’s wisdom came from the perils of living in an environment where nobody cares or looks out for you. When I came across a wall graphic on the street, Life Whispers suggested a different perspective. Specifically, in addition to the time-infused experience, perhaps I could consider what they focus on, ignore, and accept.
I let the graphic take me into my memories. In the replay, I found myself watching a series of scenes with street dog characters. While the dogs were rarely in centre of my attention, the consistency of their behaviour was striking. Each appeared to be ignoring what was demanding my attention. Accidents, fights, and chaos were just the beginning. The range of setting varies as much as an old description of evil; “then all hell broke loose: rampant evil, grabbing and grasping, vicious backstabbing. They made life hell on earth with their envy, wanton killing, bickering, and cheating. Look at them: mean-spirited, venomous,” (Romans 1.29) The scene was overwhelming to me but seemingly not relevant to the dogs.
In a few scenes, the impact was different. The dog’s care and livelihood were under threat. With no protection or care, the dog’s response was immediate and unconditional. You could see it. The response was tangible. Usually, the stand, bark, or growl was enough. Sometimes it took more. Whatever the situation, the dog’s awareness and resolute courage were open and visible to all.
Additionally, while cautious, dogs accepted help from anyone and in any form. Pride and ego never got in the way. A full belly did not mean more food would not be consumed. With acute awareness of what was needed, help was always accepted.
I do not see as many dogs as I used to. I think the Emirates equivalent is stray cats. They are survivors. They know what they need to live. Both have something to teach me that I can use today. Offering a bit of help is the least I can do to say thank you for the lessons.
