Witnessing an Early Morning Mating

It is a pain to be woken up by 4 dogs howling away in your vicinty early in the morning on a sunday.

It is a pain to be woken up early morning on a sunday especially after you have had a particluarly late saturday night.

As I got dressed, this Sunday after being woken by the above mentioned howling canines, to leave for a few morning chores, climbing down the flights of steps from my home, before me was a dog and his mate in the middle of an orgasm, with two other dogs standing at their guard growling at me.

Frankly, I hate the very sight of stray dogs, especially when they are mating. From a water bottle in my bag, I flung its contents at the coital couple, while the rest of the pack nearly charged at me, I had to pick a stick lying nearby and assume particularly gruff tone to ward them off and chase them away.

Stray dogs and I have never been the best of friends. I make it a point to effectively disengage them when I see some in the middle of reproductive activities. Not because I'm jealous and am not getting much myself, but simply because I dont want more stray pups around my area.

Maneka Gandhi wanted to show the world what a dog lover she is and banned the killing of strays, but ask anyone who has had to work nightshifts and is dropped home by their company bus at the building gates. At 3am, that 2 minute walk towards your home is an endurance test, with 8-10 dirty, stinking, fang baring, diseased strays growling at you, or coming up to smell your privates. Its a NIGHTMARE!!