The world of humans, as many mutts already know, mirrors the one inhabited by dogs. In a week that marked the ferocious nature of a man-eat-man world, it’s heartening to know that in Tamil Nadu, Hot Dog, a Labrador, became India’s first canine blood donor. An initiative by the Tamil Nadu Veterinary and Animal Sciences University, the country’s first blood bank for dogs brings good news for both the animals and their best friends, their owners, who till now had to run from kennel to post to get a matching blood group in emergencies. Come to think of it, Dharmendra, that handsome old dog with a thirst for canine blood, will no longer have to go chasing poor ol’ strays to make good on his promise. On the same day, there was good news from the north of the Vindhyas, when the Chandigarh administration apologised for calling the city’s slum children “slum dogs”. India’s canine leadership is yet to make a statement but we can bet our lead collar that it’d be happy. The demand for Danny Boyle’s Oscar-winning Slumdog Millionaire to be renamed according to the novel it was based on, Vikas Swarup’s Q&A, however, is yet to be resolved.
Across the water bowl in America, like the bipeds, dogs have a different kind of dog’s life too. While in India, kuttas are moving up the canine development index, in New York, the smart set is getting ready to poodle their nights away at the Fetch Club, a 3,000-foot indoor canine club that is scheduled to open in June. Apart from spa baths, mud masks and facials, the funky dogs in the city that never naps will also have a doggie disco to shake all four of their legs in.
For $35 an hour, human owners in New York and for a lot less, their counterparts in India, can now jolly well feel good that a dog’s life is, well, getting more and more bearable. It seems that no longer are dogs barking up the wrong tree.