An Autobiography of a street dog...

Dog as a word has always carried a notorious reputation (esp when used in context to men). But as a creature I have stood the test of time. Unlike our counterparts in Jungle (the wild dogs) which carry the reputation of killing everything in their path (remember the strategic hunting by wild dogs in 'Jungle Book') and even tiger has to leave the hunt. We domestic dogs are most accommodative creatures (even accommodate Paris Hilton beneath their asses). My Granna says the transition of Dogs from Grey wolf started about some 15000 years ago (the Indus valley Civilization was about 5000 years ago). Intially we were found very useful in hunting, it still holds true except the hunting grounds have differed (with reference to the latest Vodafone ad were the dog runs to a girl). Since then we have become the most faithful partners of humans.
But life is not all good. I have heard from my friends that our conditions vary from country to country. There are some countries in this world were we can't even pee on electric poles and trees. This has called for some drastic adjustments in the style of living. And with reducing tree cover in cities the problem is agravationg. This calls for an immediate green initiatives in cities.  Also it will help in reducing the heat. You humans should try wearing a jacket in summers. Even we pay tax on our food.
Even in my country there is a great difference in standard of living. I have seen 'fatty' (though his caretaker call him 'tiger', which is ridiculous as its the name of my arch enemy's ancestors and fatty can hardly move) when he takes his master on a walk in the morning (fatty is too fat to think about running). He has vaccination and has to bath (i don't know why would anyone like to do that when we can lick ourselves off). He gets good food (milk in the morning, which isn't available even to the man who sleeps besides me on footpath at night). On the other hand i have to work hard to fill my stomach. I have to search garbages early in the morning before 'spoty' gets up. Sometimes life is hard when i get nothing to eat and i have to go into enemy territories (we have a very scientific process to mark our territories). But sometimes i am lucky when there is a marriage (humans throw more than they eat). 
To be continued...