Today I was reading in Pet space about dogs best friend. This got me to write this about my dogs best friend. When I decided to have dogs I use to stay in Bangalore. There was a lady living in the opposite house who got herself a dog. She picked up this pup from the slum nearby. She use to take good care of him gave him the necessary vaccines and neutered him etc. She use to let him loose during the day and in the nights inside her gate. So he was more of a road dog than her dog because everyone on this street use to feed him. He would go and sleep in one house at a time. He was found at a different house at different times. Two years down the line this lady had an untimely death. Her house people stopped taking care of this dog. It did not matter to this dog because he was already half street dog. My daughter and me called this fellow “Jack Pot”. This is because he use to fit anywhere. After this ladys death Jack pot did not have a place to sleep in the nights. So he started sleeping outside my door. The whole night he use to be there. When I take my dogs for a walk they tend to bark and snarl at every other dog on the road. But they were the best of friends with Jack Pot. They use to play with him when they see him. Jack Pot would faithfully escort us during our morning and evening walk. The best thing is he would chase away any dog or human that came a few feet near us. Many times I have got scolded by strangers who did not know he was a stray.:bonk Jack Pot had a way of hiding :hide:from people who did not like him. I use to stay on the second floor and my house owner hated him. So if he hears the foot steps of that man this dog would be seen nowhere. This always amused me. Well I too had to shift to Chennai and moved. My daughter stayed in the same house so she fed him whenever he came to sleep outside. Later she too moved out of that house. Though we felt sad for Jack Pot we could do nothing much. Many times I have thought about him. This was 5 years back. Recently in September I visited Bangalore and went to my old locality. All along we were talking about Jack Pot and wondering how he was. But when we reached our road, I saw an old man taking Jack Pot for a walk on a leash. I was really happy that my dogs best friend had finally found a home in his old age.