Autobiography of a street dog

In a winter night , i was born along with my three brothers near a dustbin in a street corner. It was an uncelebrated birth of a dirty puppy , black in colour a tinylump o bone and flesh ,ugly to look at.

Four of us created a funny noise around , awaking men and women in the adjoining slums, who cursed us for causing undesirable disturbance in thier sleep. Iwas the smallest of all the four , and the weakest ,too.My strongdrank my mother's milkmore than myself ,accordingto Darwin's Theory of 'survival of the fittest' . So when I grew up ,I became smaller and weaker than the others. Whenever some scraps of food were thrown by some one in the dustbin , I was the last fellow to have a meagre share of it.

My days passed in this way .i felt that I am an un fortunate child . I left my near and dear ones , and went with a new friend to live in front of the hotel , where th left-over were sufficient for us two . I was fond of following my good friend , whereveer he went .If he moved his tail in joy, I would move my tail , too.

All went well , untill one morning i saw a pet dog who climbed the lap of a beautiful lady , being caressed by her . I am sure that the little white furry thing must have been looked after well and fed well . It was not required to fight with the street dogs for its survival . How fortunate it is ! Ah , if i could be a pet to some one who cared for me , perhaps i would not look so ugly , so untidy and so unfortunate , as i am today.