Autobiography of a Dog

By Virinder Singh Parhar

Kalicharn, the big, black Labrador dog, was the chief organizer of the conference; he commanded great respect in the dog community.
Kalicharn roamed from village to village on a mission to persuade slumbering dogs to wake up and seize their rights. He encouraged them to create a nationwide for the general welfare of dogs everywhere.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781477290224

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2013 by Virinder Singh Parhar. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/14/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9024-8 (sc)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

This book

is dedicated

to my beloved

Netarpal Kaur

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Chapter 1

A Conference of Dogs

K alicharn, the big, black Labrador dog, was the chief organizer of the conference; he commanded great respect in the dog community. He was a visionary, philosopher, and missionary.

Kalicharn roamed from village to village on a mission to persuade slumbering dogs to wake up and seize their rights. He encouraged them to create a nationwide movement for the general welfare of dogs everywhere.

One evening he came to our village to invite local dogs to attend the conference he was organizing. Dogs gathered around him by the water pond outside the village. There he delivered an exceptionally impressive speech. He discussed the emancipation of dogs from human slavery. On that day I became his disciple; I promised him that I would attend the conference.

On the fateful day of the conference, I went around the village to remind the other dogs about the conference, but no one was ready to go. They made many excuses. Some dogs said they were too busy, while others said their families would not allow them.

Some said, It’s not safe to go to this kind of assembly; a riot might occur. There could be bloodshed.

Others said, Usually the police open fire indiscriminately at this kind of gathering. We could get killed for no reason.

All of the dogs from my village refused to go. I was the only one who attended.

That was my first experience participating in the conference of dogs. Thousands of different kinds of dogs from different parts of the country gathered in a park outside the city. The atmosphere was unstable and extremely tense, so I was a bit nervous. I knew that dogs had a habit of fighting for no reason. I was afraid that a big quarrel might break out among different breeds of dogs or that the police might show up with guns and sticks to disperse the massive crowd of clamoring dogs, just as they had done on many occasions.

The city dogs and country dogs ogled each other with such hatred like they were ready to start a bloody war on a moment’s notice. Many wild country dogs and many gangster city dogs were also there. I feared that I might get trapped in this gratuitous war, but I resolved to stay because the conference was created for welfare of dogs all over the country. Since I was a country dog, I sat among the rows of the country dogs.

The big, black dog Kalicharn stood at the highest spot in the park, looking at the vast crowd of the clamoring and unruly dogs. He began, Brother dogs, we should first observe a moment of silence for all the dogs who have died of human aggression and brutality.

Everyone closed his or her eyes and prayed for the departed souls. One of the dogs shouted, Long live the dogs’ unity; God bless the dogs’ unity. The atmosphere grew calm and Kalicharn continued, Brothers and sisters! Today we are here not to brawl among ourselves, nor are we here to have fun; we are here to discuss some serious issues we have been facing. We are here to find a solution to our problems; we are here to discuss the predicament of dogs across the country and the cause of their sad plight. As you know, men are the most cruel, perilous, and dominating animals on this earth, and they are responsible for the atrocities being committed against dogs and other animals.

One cute white dog stood up in anger, interrupting Kalicharn’s speech. He shouted, "You are bullshitting, you are misleading everyone here, and first of all you can’t blame humans for our problems. Our problems are self-created; the majority of us are stupid enough to get in trouble ourselves. You can see dogs running around anywhere they want, pissing anywhere they want to, biting anyone they feel like. There are many gangs of criminal dogs operating in the city, making life difficult for all creatures. Country dogs, as you all know, are barbarous and highly uncivilized. They are hard to deal with, and they stink.

Humans have to protect society from our violent groups. You can’t hold humans responsible for our problems. Man is the supreme creation on earth; he keeps us in his houses and feeds us. Without man, we would starve. You should be ashamed of using such cheap language to describe man. You are utterly ungrateful." The white dog spat out all his anger on Kalicharn.

Kalicharn tried to compose himself and continued humbly, Every day, we see dogs getting beat up, tortured, and killed by humans. We see them getting crushed under their vehicles on the roads. If we still think that they are our best friends we’re mistaken; they are our worst enemies.

The white dog interrupted again. All the great inventions on this earth, all the progress, everything we enjoy is because of humans. When you see lots of dogs living in big houses and traveling in air-conditioned cars, how can you blame man?

Dogs traveling in air-conditioned cars are traitors, Kalicharn answered.

Why traitors? asked the white dog.

Because they have no empathy for their brothers. If a needy dog goes near them, they start barking and growling.

No! You call them traitors because you are jealous, because you can’t find a master like theirs. If you could find someone to travel with in air-conditioned cars, you won’t even make eye contact with other poor dogs.

The problem is not about man and dog, problem is not about races; problem is about haves and have-nots, someone else said

Another dog spoke, Man has invented deadly weapons to kill other men. Humans are their own worst enemies. How can they spare us?

Many other dogs spoke in favor of Kalicharn; they said that there was no doubt that man was their worst enemy. Man is a danger to their existence, even a danger to Mother Earth and other animals. He treats us like slaves, so we must take drastic steps to end this slavery.

Yes! We must initiate a struggle for independence, cried one voice. Most of the dogs shouted in agreement.

How could we do that? they asked.

There are two methods for the struggle. One is non-violent and peaceful, and the other is armed and violent. Which one should we choose? Kalicharn asked the audience.

Someone in the crowd shouted, Non-violent!

No! No way, I am not in favor of a non-violent struggle, a clever-looking dog said playfully. I have serious objections to it.

What are those? questioned other puzzled dogs.

He explained, "Peaceful struggle is a joke, a fictitious drama. It’s like informing the enemy up front that we are weak, that we are cowards, and that we can’t harm anyone. Have mercy on us. It’s the product of a beggar mentality.

"Non-violent,