Brownie sees the City Lights (Part 2 of 3)

Brownie and Whitey became adventurous, with many new friends and human acceptance. They decided to latch on to us sisters, for exploring new uncharted territories. On weekends, we would usually walk-down to the market, which is 10-15 minutes away. The dogs usually followed us till the end of their territory. On one such Sunday, as we stepped out of the society gate, the duo's excitement was palpable.

Team Alpha territory

They greeted us enthusiastically with wagging tails and eyes shining with mischief. That day, they followed us beyond their territorial border; sometimes running excitedly ahead and sometimes falling back to "mark" a spot. But, whenever we passed near a pack of dogs, they stayed close to our heels, pretending to be our pets. They brilliantly fooled most of the dogs, at least on this first trip.
    By the time the four of us reached the market, it was a sight! We had a distinct feeling of escorting two village bums, from the quiet tree-lined residential neighborhood, to the dazzling and noisy city market. Undeterred and to our embarrassment, they waited outside each shop we visited; taking in the sights and smells, their tongues hanging out with excitement, sniffing each new scent.

    And, then we reached the ATM: brilliantly lit, with glass walls, shining like a jewel amidst the other shops. Brownie pressed his nose on the glass wall to see the strange contraption that humans were paying homage to. He wanted to get in, but the security guard had already read his intentions, and hit him with his stick. Yelping, the poor dogs ran away. We finished our errands, worrying about the dogs. We need not have; the two adventurers were hiding in a dark corner outside the market, waiting for us to return. They happily greeted us and followed us back home with their heads held high. Their "Mission" for the day was accomplished.

  

    The market became their favorite haunt. Unlike pet dogs, they had many human friends from different households, and could go with one, and could return with another. Their adventures were not without injuries. Brownie would sit near the gate, leaving just enough space for cars to pass by and would refuse to budge. It was a driving test, that many failed. He injured his right hind leg several times. If a street dog gets sick or injured, it goes away into a hiding place, and returns when it recovers. Brownie would do exactly that, returning with a slight limp in his foot.

    One day, both Brownie and Whitey disappeared. We waited, assuming that one of them was injured. A couple of days later, Brownie returned alone, he looked physically fine, but sad and lonely. He would sit near the gate, as if waiting. The guards found out that Whitey had passed away in a road accident on the main road. Probably, he was running crazily to dodge the cars on his way to the bus-stop. Brownie was in mourning. He never be-friended any other dog, till almost the very end. We usually greeted the dogs on returning from office, but after this, I made sure that I patted Brownie every evening to reassure him. Brownie had more worries on his plate these days.

    Firstly, he had to give up some territory, as he could not control it alone. This loss was minor compared to the loss of the neighborhood park for the better part of the day. The new gardener of the park was not pleased to see his flower beds being destroyed. He chased the dogs out of the park; canine entry was a no-no in his duty hours. Brownie protested. Every day, he would put up his front paws on the corner wall and bark at the gardener, non-stop, for a few hours. The gardener, now a sworn enemy, was equally prepared for the war. He would slowly jog past the park's corner in a comical manner, teasing the dog.

    To get past his misery, Brownie quickly drowned himself in a routine. Dogs have a keen sense of time and Brownie was never late. At 6 AM he went out for morning walk with the residents. He played the "wet nose" prank on his old and new friends. He invented a new prank, where he would "ambush" people by suddenly emerging out of bushes onto the jogging path. At sharp 7 AM, he could be seen hurrying towards school bus point to see off school kids. He would stand with the kids, his tail wagging at top-speed, while the parents waved good-byes. He was fiercely protective about the kids and would not let any stranger near the bus pickup point, till the kids left.

     Brownie would then sun himself in the park with the senior citizens and ladies, till the gardener arrived, followed by a few hours of barking. He would welcome the kids back near bus drop off point in the afternoon. Sharp five in the evening was the time for prayers. He would sit with a group of elderly men who prayed and chanted together, every day in the park. Brownie would sit around them listening and waiting for the occasional "prasad" in the end. This was followed by an evening nap; a visit to the market, if possible; and then the night-long guard duty. I have not seen a busier dog.

    Sometimes, he would also see me off to the office cab. He had noted that scent of my office cabs and had no objection to them. One day, I returned home late in a hired cab. Brownie sat near the gate, alert, and waiting. As soon, as I got out of the cab, I was greeted with a volley of barks. I tried to pacify him, but he was visibly upset with me for returning home late. This became a pattern. He had no objection, if I came back late in our family car or in the office cab. But, returning home in a hired cab, like Ola or Uber, was met with strict disapproval.

Part 1(Brownie Adopts The Neighborhood)

Part 3 (Brownie Chooses His Way)

Brownie Adopts The Neighborhood (Part 1 of 3)

By any stretch of imagination, Brownie was neither cute, nor handsome nor cuddly. 

He did not fit into any of the typical descriptions of a love-able dog. Yet, with his unique personality he walked right into the hearts of many people. He also had his share of sworn enemies; but I will tell you about them later.

    My first memory of Brownie is of this young, probably two-year-old dog, running on the street on a winter afternoon in 2007. It was a cold and sunny day. Our area, being newly developed, did not have a lot of traffic. And here comes Brownie, leading a pack of four dogs and growling ferociously at the one trying to overtake him. He looked quite menacing, with his two canine teeth protruding out. 

   

Neighborhood watch - Dog duties

    Brownie was named so because he had brown spots on his white coat. His identity were two conjoined brown spots on his lower back, giving an impression of the figure 8 when seen from the front, and the symbol of infinity (∞) when seen from the sides. There were also some black dots, which could give an impression that he was dirty, even if he was quite clean. He was not a dog that you would want to mess with! This is how we saw him over the next few years, fighting for territory and food. He had soon established himself as the alpha male.

    Our locality, Dwarka in Delhi, was still developing and used to be quite desolate at night. Petty crimes and robberies were commonplace as many areas were uninhabited and under-construction. The first human friends who befriended Brownie were the night-time security guards. They valued him for his alertness and ferocity; and fed him regularly so that he would accompany them on the night-duty. Brownie was sharp. He could detect an approaching far-off stranger in pitch dark and would immediately alert the guards by growling.

    On these guard duties, he made another canine friend. Whitey was a light-buff colored dog with black shining eyes. While Brownie with his two teeth sticking out looked ferocious, Whitey was furry and handsome, by standards of street dogs. Always full of joy, he quickly befriended all the humans around. He would put up his front paws on your knees and demand your attention. I remember being surprised, on seeing my sister Pallavi, patting this street dog affectionately. I was ambivalent towards dogs, neither afraid nor friendly. Touching a street-dog was a big no-no for me, since they could carry infections and ticks.

     Soon, Brownie and Whitey formed a team and became best friends. They announced this friendship to the world spectacularly with chest thumps. This was a dangerous duo, and no dog dared to enter their territory. Their princely estate was a road stretching across entrances to no less than four apartments and an entire public park. Moreover, they had unquestioned, visiting rights to the areas of neighboring dogs, right up to the main road 260 meters away. Whitey's affectionate ways rubbed in on Brownie, and he decided to befriend humans in his own unique way.

 

Team Alpha - Brownie & Whitey

  My sister was walking down to the bus-stop on the main road. There were very few other people on the road. Suddenly, something wet and cool touched her hands. Shocked, she turned around to see Brownie, his two canine teeth sticking out in a grin. It was difficult to interpret if it was a growl or a smile; until you saw the smile in his eyes that literally said, "Wasn't that a fun prank?". A passerby commented in Hindi, "Ghabrao mat, woh shaitaan hai."; literally, translated to, "Don't be scared, he is a naughty dog". These surprise attacks became a trademark of Brownie; he would approach stealthily from behind and surprise you by touching your fingers with his cold and wet nose. The people who shouted, fled in fear or scolded him were not befriended; the ones who smiled at his prank were. Although, they were the best friends, Brownie would compete for affection of humans and food, with Whitey. We fed them sometimes with leftover bones from a meal. But that was not often. The dogs were well-fed, and all they wanted was affection and human company.

    They found this company in many people. The vegetable vendor who stood outside our society premises in evenings, the guards, and many of our neighbors; most significantly, an elderly gentleman whom they accompanied on morning walks, and a lady with two kids. This lady soon became their favorite. She fed them regularly and gave them medicines if they fell sick. Soon, they were duty-bound to drop the kids to the school-bus with her.
    Together the duo ruled the roost. If they were not chasing away intruders, they were chasing cars or playing in the park, happily rubbing their backs on the grass to groom themselves. Going by the number of white-furred and brown spotted dogs in our area, they must have "dated" a lot of females in their hay days. They guarded the street at night and entrusted themselves with further responsibilities in human affairs. This included escorting people to and from the bus-stop. Many a times, they would drop my sister till the bus-stop in morning. Whitey was a bit more adventurous. He would cross the main road after her, running like crazy to avoid the moving cars. In the evenings, at least one of them would be waiting for her near the bus stop, to escort her back. This company was welcomed, as the road used to be lonely at that hour.
    It was after this, that I truly warmed up to the pair. Brownie tested me with his "wet-nose" prank, and we soon became friends.

Part 2 (Brownie sees the City Lights)