Writers Blog

At times the words just flow and at times they dont. Much like a river thats drying up fast, the city's filth floating on the grey surface and also a carcass or two. Perhaps that of a dog. Did it have a good life? The dog sure did. Afterall it ate when it wanted to, slept when he felt like it and if it was a reasonably strong specimen, it got laid with gay abandon (no pun intended. Have you ever seen two dogs trying to make out?).

Does a dog discrimnate about what to eat, whom to screw, how to spend its time? I guess not but I am not an expert on the subject. From what I can observe dogs seem to be pretty happy go lucky kind of creatures. They live quite a full life as they have no qualms about eating from a garbage bin, no office to go to, don't have to bother about having to say the right things, show initiative, keep the mrs happy, worry about the EMI's and tax saving investments etc. So dogs choose not to be in the rat race (i am 'oh so very punny') and lead a seemingly happy life. That is until they die, which is usually quite tragic - run over by a car or as a result of paw fights with others of its kind that lead to infections that slowly eat into its flesh leaving an open wound in which flies and worms lay eggs and one day the municipality puts the dog out of its misery.Terrible way to die.

But is death ever pleasant? God knows what 'dying peacefully in sleep' is actually like? So who leads a better life dogs or humans? I think the dog will win paws down.