The Healing Power of Asia's Stray Dogs
It’s dusk, my favorite time to run. The sweet spot between the blistering heat of the day and the shroud of night. I run in tight loops, my pink-and-white sneakers padding on the asphalt down each street, swiveling back once I reach another dead end, the squeak of my shoes echoing off the wooden homes and thatch-roofed animal pens.
I wave at local children. Few people in this neighborhood speak English, and my Indonesian tops out at ordering fried rice. So we wave, and holler “hallo!” to each other. I love seeing the children, harmless and sweet as they are.
The dogs, however, are another story. As far as I can tell, the ones claimed by people are more guard dogs then pets. They pound against their fences as I run past, howling furiously if I come too close.
And some of them aren't behind fences.
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