Hi, I have lots of fur.. Am I a tibetan mastiff or a pooch, well they call me pahadi kutta (mountain dog)
Some call me CUTE I'm sure!
Waking up to the sound of humans, I love the most..they rub me, tickle, scratch my ears too. I love helping my two legged friends when they are lost.
Stretching my paws, my nose senses something.. These humans are my food supply.
What would I have done without them;my mother, I think she left me here to die.
She must have been beautiful of course, big and fluffy, huge like a rock..
It's been a year down tracking the parvati town, no signs of her, no brother no sister.. The entire forest is my family, I am their guardian and here we are!
Hi rock! hi tree! Hey river! Hey fellow four legged! I hop and jump from Boulder to Boulder.. So many humans wearing colourful clothes, wowww i exhaled walking and trekking shoulder to shoulder!
I walk ahead of them, letting them know the route, "oh no, not there!", I stop and look!
"follow me", as I wag my tail and hook.
Me sleep near the river side besides a rock and some fungus next to me.. I watch my reflection into the river and see my coat of fur hanging with glee!
The Next day