"Discover the Heartwarming Story of a Small Puppy"

Standing aimlessly at one side, listening to the raucous songs of the shop, watching the styluses of the smokers, the time began to pass.

In the middle, when I started lifting my legs, I realized - I can't move my left leg easily - it feels heavy! Looking at the foot as a reflex -

A whole puppy is stuck on a shoe and tries to come out and eat the shoe.

I don't know why dogs-cats-beggars-crazy people are so attracted to me! But even in the crowd, this list makes me laugh, true!

A hundred and one men in three buses walk us there with shoes; But this puppy did not see the other shoe.

It was of the village itself, but the baby had not landed. Later the color would have been a normal gray-brown, but now everything is so amazing.

I sat down like that. put hands He licked his hand with instinctive doggedness. Wagging its tail as long as a little finger, it looked at me and made a 'coon-coon'. And because he was hungry, because he thought it was a game-challenge, he bit my paw with his innocent teeth.

Saying 'Ah!', I patted him gently. Put down from the shoe. So, 'Who will you be able to get from my seat?', He lurched back and rode on the boot! But this time he did not bite his hand.

Oh! Biscuits packet ! removed broke A biscuit was given in his mouth.

No, the idea of eating biscuits was also new to him!

He couldn't even catch it. Biting and eating, away! Putting it in the soil, it started walking around the biscuit taking the posture of 'how to play with this piece now?' Claws started hitting!

Picked up the biscuit. A piece was broken and placed on the hand.

Immediately he put his front paws on his hand. Bitten off.

Got the taste. understood the use. At once he assumed the 'Halla Bol!' But who was struggling to break off the piece and chew it! Was tired. was stopping This must be ended before the giver changes his mind - again in such an investment it was crumbling on a biscuit.

Hey! What is the fate of this dog!

Had he been born in any slum in the city, perhaps, someone would have taken care of him. He would have responded to any call like 'Tommy', 'Tiger', 'Sunny'. He would have known the people in the house. By barking at outsiders, he would have alerted the insiders. If his intellect was sharper, he would have brought the letter given by the newspaperman to the owner.

If lucky, sitting in the back seat of the owner's car, he would have looked out the window and watched the traffic!

None of this! Not even in this birth.

If someone's leg is squished, elastically tied, the stomach gets... This is probably the first lesson I taught him! Now, this is how he will continue to feed himself. By killing and eating food, people will learn to recognize.

The other dog will become aggressive because he doesn't want to chase his share. While fighting, will bite, will bite! Someone will feed him, someone will 'harsh' him, but he will survive. Will grow up.

Why? What is the purpose of his birth? What is the result of a lifetime of hard work?

During the day.. at night... he will cross the roads aimlessly. Shitafi will miss vehicles while crossing the road and ... and ...

On a dark night, his Shitafi falls short, or any vehicle like a bus, a truck will tear his lifeline away! It might not even have time to grow up! The same faith with which this madman sat on my shoe, the same faith sat on the wheel of the bus,

And if no one notices, it's all over! I was feeding him till the last crumb of the biscuit was gone and it won't be sitting on my shoe again at this stop on the next trip! This is the first, and the last! My eyes were filled with this idea.