Lately, my sensitivity to the plight of dogs has increased. Possibly because of two main reasons. One, the crazy dog lady near our house who has 4 dogs, 4 puppies aged about 4 months and 5 small puppies, aged about two m onths old. Another reason has to be because last week, when we went to check a few beagles that were up for adoption at CUPA, we found that they had suspended operations till further notice. We have a few Marati neighbours who are your typical neighbours, the sort that clean the street in front of their house. Also strictly vegetarian, they actually buy milk from a milk man, the sort that has those aluminium cylinders with fresh cow milk. They also have a garden in the waste land between the walls of their house and the street, cook all day (everytime I'm around the window of their kitchen, there's always someone inside, cooking!) Well kept homes are a rarity these days, atleast those that are clean inside and out. That's why last week, when the crazy
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