Sunday, May 17, 2009

Doggone menace (Times of India)


16 May 2009, 0000 hrs IST, BRINDLE
Woof! I'm Brindle, the street dog who adopted Bunnylady and Jugfellow some years ago. The reason I'm writing this is because Jugfellow is too upset
to write his column himself. Why? Because, once again, some misguided residents of the National Media Centre, the cooperative housing society near Gurgaon where we live, have started off on the so-called 'stray dog menace'. This happens with unfailing regularity, not just in the NMC but also in that macrocosm of the NMC that we call India. From Kochi to Kolkata, Bagdogra to Bangalore, someone or the other will bring up the stray dog menace, causing a whole lot of innocent, perfectly harmless street dogs to be rounded up and, more often than not, put to death in the most inhumane and cruel manner. People never seem to understand that the Indian street dog (please don't call us strays) are hardy, intelligent, affectionate creatures, often much more so that their pedigreed, imported counterparts, who have been viciously inbred by exploitative breeders. Street dogs have to be all these things in order to survive. Far from harming people, they are - when properly vaccinated against rabies and other diseases - man's best pals, to coin a phrase. They act as excellent guards for the neighbourhood, alerting everyone to the intrusion of strangers by barking. Yet people keep on wanting to get rid of them. Not realising that nature abhors a vacuum and if you get rid of one lot of street dogs, another lot will inevitably take their place. There is no such thing as a 'stray dog menace'. There is only a 'stray human menace'. Who is it that has strayed from the straight and narrow of God's plan (and please don't tell me that God is dog spelt backwards, because if i've heard that once i've heard it for the umpteenth time)? Is it dogs, who live together amicably in the casteless, creedless democracy of doggydom, who have strayed? Or is it humans, with their caste conflicts and their religious wars, their whites and their blacks, their Hindus and Muslims and Sikhs and Christians, their Maoists and their monarchists, their Indias and their Pakistans, their terrorists and their victims, who are the real strays? And the real menace. Not only to each other, but to all of the rest of creation as well. It wasn't dogs who created 9/11, and 26/11, and al-Qaeda, and the Sri Lankan civil war, and the Taliban, and not one but two world wars. All these are human creations. And what wondrous creations. Can you imagine a dog creative enough to devise 65,000 nuclear warheads capable of killing every living creature on this planet a hundred times over? No. Only humans are creative enough to have done that. Though they have yet to prove themselves creative and clever enough to find a cure for the common cold. Or AIDS, or cancer, or a score of other killer diseases. Humans have been too busy doing other things. Like polluting the planet and destroying its environment. The world's forest cover has been thinned from 7.6 billion hectares in the pre-industrial age to 2.8 billion hectares. And that's fast disappearing. Between 1700 and 1900, thanks to human activity, more than 20,000 species of plants, 593 species of birds, over 400 species of animals and 209 species of amphibians became extinct. Today, humans wipe out one species every day on an average. Tell me about the 'stray dog menace'. Unlike humans, who think the universe and everything in it was created only for their benefit to do with as they will, we dogs believe in the co-fraternity of all living things. And that includes cats. Cats? Oh, lor, what have Bunnylady and Jugfellow done? They've let Himal into the place. And Himal is a cat! Who insists on literally rubbing shoulders with me. Yuck. So, while there's no such thing as a stray dog menace, if you were to talk about a stray cat menace, you might get me to agree. Or maybe not. For the basic dharma that doggydom teaches is to live and let live. Which means cats too. Where's that damn Himal gone to...? http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/jugglebandhi/

Urban Thai Monkeys Get Help (National Geographic News)


Nearly a thousand long-tailed macaques live in Lopburi, near Bangkok, Thailand. Volunteers care for the monkeys when they are sick or injured.© 2009 National Geographic (AP)
Unedited Transcription
It's estimated that more than a thousand long tailed macaques live in the town of Lopburi, near Bangkok.
Volunteers do what they can to help them.
SOUNDBITE: (Thai) Manad Vimuktipun, Volunteer monkey caregiver. "In my opinion, monkeys are the symbol of Lopburi. If the monkeys have skin diseases or are unhealthy, it will look like people here do not take care of them."
Manad mixes parasite medicine with bread and canned milk for the monkeys, because in the summertime, many of the animals develop skin infections caused by parasites.
Manad isn't trained as a veterinarian, so he focuses on what he calls preventative medicine.
Sometimes when Manad looks the other way, the monkeys open his bag and steal leftover food.
SOUNDBITE: (French) Saluatrice Di Natale, Tourist from Brussels, Belgium. "They come close and even climb on our knees or our necks. You can take photos of the monkeys. The contact with the monkeys is really special and enjoyable. Some are gentle and others are more aggressive. Some seem afraid although they come close. It's really enjoyable."
Manad's next stop is what is known as the monkey temple.
It is one of the few places in the world where monkeys roam freely next to humans.
The monkeys know Manad well and eagerly greet him.
Nearby, a volunteer veterinarian is skillfully giving a tranquilizer injection to a critically injured monkey.
She recently found the monkey in the town centre after someone had stabbed it.
SOUNDBITE: (Thai) Juthamas Supannam, Veterinarian. "The monkey is the symbol of Lopburi Province and many have been abused and killed. If no one steps forward to take care of them, there may not be any monkeys in Lopburi in the future."
Before she can return the monkey to its community in the town, she must be sure the monkey is fully recovered.
She first cleans the animal's wound. Then she carefully removes the stitches.
With the monkey asleep, she checks its teeth and gums, eyes and ears. She also checks its hands and fingers to see it doesn't have any broken bones.
She is patiently teaching her adopted monkey to climb trees.
When her pet monkey was three months-old, a Thai tourist found him for sale in a market near the Thai-Laos border and brought him to her.
The monkey's leg was broken and she put a plaster cast on it and treated it.
The monkey's leg is now better, but he still holds it seemingly to get her attention.