#Kamala, Madhulika & Lucky
Lucky’s life started on the streets with living on the street, a bag of bones and covered in severe mange. People would avoid her with disgust and would throw stones to drive her away. One day we found her creeping along and fed her food and water. Haunted by the sight of her we spent the next few weeks looking for her but she had vanished. When we had nearly given up we saw her again and our lives (Lucky and ours) changed forever, we found her and began feeding everyday. But without our knowledge another kind lady picked up Lucky and took her to the hospital for treatment. We were so worried but luckily for us the watchman informed us of the lady’s whereabouts and she told us that Lucky would be back once the mange was cured . As soon as Lucky was back we went and picked her up as we didn’t want to loose her again and she came home and became a part of our family. But this wasn’t the end of Lucky’s story, as she grew more secure and her personality blossomed over the next 6 years we contacted the Animal Angels Foundation, where therapy dogs help so many people, children and adults, who are physically or mentally challenged, or sometimes just shy or insecure and need a little love and a happy wag of the tail. Much to our delight Lucky was chosen as a therapy dog owing to her calm, gentle temperament. Today Lucky visits schools every week and helps kids with challenges to overcome their struggles by allowing them to pet her, play with her or simply enjoy her company. She has a hob that she loves and literally drifts off to sleep with a smile on her face….with the knowledge that she will never again be alone.
This is Kamala, Madhulika & Lucky’s story……. what’s yours?
#Ranjan, Manjiree & ChutkiI began feeding street dogs in Kalyani Nagar in 2007. I became an active animal volunteer and level one ResQ volunteer in 2008, helping treat many street dogs for injuries, in accidents etc. In late 2012, I met and began dating Manjiree, an animal volunteer and activist from the Deccan Gymkhana area. We met at an adoption camp, ironically. We eventually got married in August 2013. Till that point I didn’t have a doggie at home, though our family had had many during my childhood, while Manjiree had three at that time. In November 2013, Manjiree’s sister [Anjali] was treating a mange case on Apte Road, who upon full recovery, was hit by a car while crossing the road. This little pup came to us with broken hind legs – one clean break and the other shattered like a twig. She also had missing teeth and multiple other scars. We only took her in as fosters, to heal, intending to give her up for adoption when she was ready. From day one, where I remember holding her hind legs up with a towel around her middle, in the garden, she pooped and peed in extreme discomfort; subsequently she refused to do her stuff in the garden. Guess she had already made this her home. We got her sterilized and she turned into a beautiful, affectionate doggie – however as regards other dogs – she proved to be a pint sized bully. When she eventually healed, we took her to a number of adoption camps. We were fortunate that she didn’t get adopted. After three camps, my Dad [Ramana Rajgopaul] one day said – she isn’t going to any more camps, her name is Chutki Rajgopaul, and so she’s been our mother, daughter, granddaughter, protector and spirit picker upper, ever since! She’s also the Alpha on the whole block. She dislikes other dogs being in the house so we haven’t been able to foster other sick/injured animals very often, but she puts up with us coming home smelling of dozens of other dogs every day!
This is Ranjan, Manjiree & Chutkis story……. what’s yours?
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This little cutie turned up outside my gate one day, barely five weeks old, and walked straight into our hearts and home. His bouncy walk and twinkling eyes were then and even now irresistible even though he’s four years old. He’s little, but fierce and he can be quite menacing – will bark his head off at anything and everyone who comes close to his territory, because you know, he’s The Boss. Car rides are his favorite activity along with sleeping curled up in our bed on top of the quilt. Rio isn’t a pedigreed dog. He’s an Indian street dog but he’s as good if not better than the expensive imported breeds totally unsuited to Indian conditions. He’s my jaan – my Rio.
This is Preeti Virkar & Rios story……. what’s yours?
Having lost 3 out of my 5 dogs in 2011 to kidney failure I decided not to get any more dogs,as the heartache was unbearable. Sona was born in our cluster garden and lived there. A friend had made a small wooden house for her as come rain or high water nobody wanted to give her an inch of space to protect her against nature’s fury along with the fact that the security used to hit her leaving her scarred for life. Till date she’s scared of people in uniforms.
In 2012 all of a sudden our society committee decided that her wooden shelter had to be removed as it is in a public space . At the age of 8 Sona suddenly had no place to call her own and i decided she should have a safe secure place to live and got her home. It took her nearly 8/9 months to adjust to our other dogs. Today she has become a puppy once again and is a big coffee addict. She is the eldest of the four I have now and is like a mother to my other babies.
My Sona my precious child
This is Hema & Sonas story……. what’s yours?
#Katie & Hachi & Yuki
I’ve had dogs in my life as long as I can remember, the majority being rescued Indies. When my beloved Misha died, I was determined not to keep another. A casual visit and a semi-wish to a rescue center, and Hachi entered my life one night, a tiny, trembling golden pup who fitted into the palm of my hand. He was named by my friend who had just seen the movie Hachiko. Hachi grew rapidly on a diet of my favorite books, currency notes (both ₹1000/- and ₹100/-)newspapers, sofa corners, and everything imaginable. He managed to break his leg in the process but I’m glad that phase is over, as he has become one of the most loving and friendly dogs I’ve had. The only negative statement I can make about him today is his determination to be nasty to vets! A year after Hachi was comfortably installed on my sofas and beds, I realized he was lonely when I wasn’t around. Another casual chat with Ranjan brought me to an adoption camp, and I returned home with Yuki. I suffered four years of chewed books, destroyed ₹1000/- notes (I’m grateful this was pre-demonetisation and ₹2000 /- notes saved!) books, clothes garden flowers and plants, even lampshades.. .. You get the picture!
Today Yuki’s halo shines brightly and one of her most endearing traits is welcoming visitors by standing on the gate, a big smile on her face, and her tail wagging furiously.
Despite the various chewed notes and objects I wouldn’t change anything and haven’t regretted giving them a home and all the affection that I have in me because I have got unmeasurable love and total loyalty back in spades
This is Katie & Hachi & Yukis story……. what’s yours?
#Dr Shashikala & Raja
Raja a wonderful dog lived in my society for a couple of years. His journey stated back in 2012 when he arrived approximately 2 years old, extremely playful and best friends with another abandoned dog called Sudama. Both were super friendly and I started feeding them and taking care of them however trouble brew up when these two enjoyed sitting on top of expensive cars during the nights and had gang wars with other visiting dogs. The society gave orders that Raja and his friend Sudama should be removed from the society. The situation reached a stage where one day during my evening walk I found Raja tied to a tree and his mouth had been tied too so that he didn’t make any sound. To my horror I realised that the watchman had been ordered to throw Raja out of the society. Fearing for his life I untied Raja and brought him to my house. What I didn’t realize was that another noose had been tied tightly from the neck to head so that he couldn’t open his jaws. Raja came up to me asked me for help. That’s when I saw this noose due to which he was bleeding from his head. I untied it and immediately called my fried Hema for help. We both moved Raja and his friend Sudama to a safe house for the night. Next morning a new resident of our society Vishal Gaware decided to adopt both of them and they found a home and freedom for the next 4 years. Unfortunately Vishal passed away suddenly leaving them homeless. We were in a predicament what to do. After a lot of thought we moved him to Animal Farm where he found a home. Today I maintain Raja there and while its not the ideal situation, he is safe, and well taken care of and though I miss him its better to have him in a safe place than to have him threatened on a daily basis. He has grown older and I visit him sometimes and feel at peace to see a nice handsome boy who is well settled. sRaja I miss you but I know you are happy and your friend Sudama misses you too and has an interesting story as well which I will share soon.
This is Shashikala & Rajas story…….what’s yours?
It is generally said dogs outgrow their ears but Pintoo would outgrow her name was something no one imagined. Looking at her today everyone wonders why she is called Pintoo as she is a huge dog. Pintoo also lovingly known as Rani arrived 9 years ago as a pint sized puppy (hence the name), who left her, where she came from no one knows? She knew to survive she needed to be smart and she went about it by befriending everyone, from the society watchmen, kids, other dogs and of course the residents. Over the last 9 years there have been hundreds of adventures that Pintoo has been on, accompanying people on their walks out of her territory, landing up with the neighbours to buy milk at the grocery store, jumping in the car for a ride and hiding in our house for 5 days during Diwali, but she always wanted to be outdoors. The last year has been tough for her as Pintoo had to undergo surgery for heamatoma, and overnight from an outdoor dog she became an indoor dog. People adopt dogs in this case we as a family got adopted by Pintoo as she has decided she likes it with us and now stays with us full time. She has also decided that it is in her interest to tolerate the cats in the house as she gets to eat the leftovers from their bowls. Ferociously protective of us, loyal to the core, still very very naughty, big in size and ready for a fight with any dog but scared of a small fly this is our Pintoo.
This is Shivani & Pintoo’s story…….what’s yours?
It was one sultry July morning that I first saw Minnie. A group of us were in hot pursuit of one of our indies, Ramlal, who had a fractured leg and as I sprinted past the buildings near my house, out of the corner of my eye I saw a tiny white pup sitting on the steps of the bank; something about her was so appealing, but I didn’t have time to stop and go up to her then, Ramlal being the priority.
A few hours later, I entered my building premises and to my surprise, there was the little white pup, sitting in a corner, looking apprehensive and scared
We already have a gang of indies in our lane, but I couldn’t say no to her, and because she was so tiny, named her Minnie….the grand Daddy indie of our lane, Big Blackie, soon took her under his wing and she would be seen following him around happily
Minnie soon grew up to be quite a large doggie, very skittish and jumpy, hyper, wouldn’t let me come near her at all….though she would follow me at a distance every time I stepped out. And then one fine day, she started teething with a vengeance! She worked her way through numerous bike seat covers (ripped up my hubby’s bike seat thrice!), fenders, tyres, I was at a loss as to what to do! Finally, applying vinegar to the bike seats worked and she thankfully stopped chewing them up! When she was 6 months old and due for sterilisation, she led us on another merry-go-round! A group of us tried catching her for 3 weeks, finally a dose of sedalin worked in the 4th session and Madam Minnie was caught and sent off for spaying!!
Minnie is a year and a half now, still gives me sleepless nights at times due to her behaviour, but finally she’s started coming close to me, jumping up and down excitedly near me, and comes to me when I call out to her (she still doesn’t let me pet her, though) 😄
She’s my favourite indie girl in my lane, my Minnie
This is Monika & Minne’s story…….what’s yours?
In February this year, someone reported that a month old pup had been abandoned and left to fend for herself on the Hirwaee track off BMCC road. Knowing that she would die if left there, Mithali offered to foster her for a day or two till other arrangements could be made. Two days was all she could commit to and needed an adopter asap. 7 months later Mona is a beloved member of the Paranjape family. Talk about #FosterFail 😍. In Mithali’s own words, having lost her beloved pet Brandy very recently she was not ready for another pet but couldn’t leave the tiny month old munchkin on the road. The family was still grieving their beloved pet Brandy and Apoorv had gone to their Konkan farmhouse to bury her ashes. But destiny had other plans. When Apoorv came back earlier than expected and was ok with her temporary presence Mithali looked for adopters but whenever someone showed an interest to come and see her both of them had a sleepless night. They realised they couldn’t let go of her.
With every passing day she pawed her way into their hearts. And thus she stayed on at Paranjpe House. Mithali likes to believe Brandy sent her to them.
This is Mitali & Mona’s story…….what’s yours?
Whitey managed to pull on the heart strings of all and today as he crossed over the rainbow bridge he reminded us that for a common cause it’s possible for all of us to collaborate and coexist peacefully.
Whitey was a very active and friendly slim boy. He lived in a side lane for about 5 years and then decided to change his territory but not before coming to his caretakers residence and letting him know where he had moved to. It was obvious he had won over other people as well as he seemed well looked after. Eating scraps from the food stalls, or being fed by generous volunteers he was happy and at peace, though why he wanted to sleep next to a divider with his legs out is a mystery no one could solve? A couple of weeks ago Whitey fell ill and countless people rallied around him night and day to get him to recover, but finally with a tummy full and a cozy bed Whitey decided it was time and he passed away peacefully.
Whitey was a fair and kind alpha dog until the very end. Friendly and loving he made friends with everyone in his vicinity- humans, dogs and even some cats.
Rest in peace lovely Whitey. We love you!
This is Whitey & countless volunteers story…….what’s yours?
#Anita & Bozo Musashi
Happiness often shows up unexpectedly. Like a sudden drizzle on a hot summer day, life takes unexpected turns & our understanding of love changes overnight.
On a cold Jan eve in 2017, on a busy Bangalore street, the most gut wrenching whine pierced through the still air. I was walking to where my bike was parked and the voices of the people at the tea shop, grew louder as they tried to talk over the desperate cry for help. We searched the area frantically until we found what looked like a ball of fur with two huge eyes. Bleeding, bitten and helpless, this little guy looked up at us with huge chocolate brown eyes. We scooped him in our arms and he stopped crying immediately. We had to save him. We rushed him to the closest vet and all through the journey we, kept praying and hoping he’d make it. The trauma affected him physically, on a great level as it made a similar impression on his character and fears. The wound was extremely deep. The challenge we faced was, what do we do now? So, I took him home in the hopes of keeping him till he gets better but we slowly fell in love with all of his ways!
That night I stayed up watching over him, feeding him and talking to him. After two days of intensive care, our little puppy managed to stand up and take a little walk. After that there was no turning back for our little guy. He has been positive and an absolute delight. As he gained his strength, his paws became springs and he hopped around the house like a kangaroo. Of course he chewed up everything eventually; the sofa, the table, the bed, the door and so much more but he became our world especially my mother’s , she does so much for him and they have a very special bond.
Although, he can be a menace, that naughty face is the serenity some of us seek at the end of the day. He became our little baby boy! By the way, we named him Bozo Musashi!
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Brought home as a little puppy to entertain the kids and dumped on the road once the novelty wore off and the reality set in Kondya has spent the better part of his 15 years making soulful eyes at all passerby’s. Looked after by Shivani who jumps to his defence as he’s notorious for occasionally jumping on cars and scooters and barking at strange noises, perhaps due to bad memories of being run over 3 times by careless humans in speeding cars, but give him a biscuit and this guy can still wag his tail faster than a speeding fan. Today this old boy with rapidly depleting eyesight, sense of smell and only a few teeth is still holding his ground and is the best watch dog one could ask for and we hope he will stay with us for many more years to come.
This is Shivani & Kondya’s story…….what’s yours?
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