I wake up to hear barking, and I see a few dogs running around the street. Probably a street fight. I’m used to this. One dog bites the other’s leg, and another dog is snarling and kicking its opponent’s nose to defend himself. Sometimes the fighting turns ugly. I crawl out of my neatly dug hole, stretch my legs, and start trotting over to see what the fuss is about. It's another humid day in the streets of Thailand, and I can already hear the sounds of panting. As I get closer I finally figure out what the big deals about. Food, of course. A stranger or so-called ‘human’ decided to give Oreo, a rather skinny dog, some food. A pack of dogs saw her about to start chomping on the tasty treat and came along to try and snatch it. We don’t exactly call it stealing though, it’s more like an ‘if you take it you eat it’ type of thing. It’s no one’s food. Before she was a street dog, Oreo used to live with an owner to take care of her. At least, that's just what all the other dogs say. One day a chicken passed by and she started chasing after it. She ended up getting lost in Chiang Mai, a small city in Thailand where I live. a pack of dogs I know was sitting in the road at the time, and after a lot of barking, they let her into their pack. This is quite unusual because most dogs have to go around alone. I’m one of those lonely dogs, but Oreo was lucky.
I was born a stray. I’m a light brown male dog and I’m bigger than most of the dogs around here. It’s an advantage since I can scare them off. I don’t have a name, most dogs call me Tiny as a joke. I don’t get it...
I see the food, It looks like some old meat that a vendor tossed from his cart. It's laying on the cement behind Oreo. I hear a growling noise behind me and I turn to attack, but there is no one there. I think it’s just my stomach. I sneak into fighting position behind a tree, and as the dogs are busy fighting I quickly run in to grab the food. I grab the meat and let its scent devour me, and drool starts dripping down my mouth. But I didn't think this through. First, Oreo’s pack is waiting for Oreo a few feet behind her, which I don’t notice. Second, the whole pack is faster than it looks, especially Oreo, who is racing up to me to try and seize the meat back. I bolt around a street corner as fast as my legs can carry me, but they are catching up. I run past a market and a few food carts, and I can smell the corn on the cob grilling on a food stand, which makes me even more hungry. The pack smells it as well and they slow down to look at it. But the second after they notice no ones going to feed them, they come sprinting towards me again, and this time they're not going to stop. With children dashing out of our path, I realize I won't be able to keep this up for much longer. If turn around right now and give them the stink eye, then I might scare them off, but I could also lose some valuable time to escape. I start panting harder as they come closer, and closer, and closer, until they are right next to me with Oreo almost nipping at my tail.
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