She is like an ocean. Sometimes it is calm, at others it is very violent. Its waves can smash the ships riding on it to bits. During tides, it brings invaluable bounties to the shores. Sometimes the waves splash against the shore and empty their anger against the shore.
But one thing is there that is constant, the undercurrents, the storms and streams running unnoticed beneath all this in the deep. She has many unfulfilled desires. Her desires from the youth has not been doused. Passion lies latent like the molten Lava inside the folds of earth which when bursts the earth shakes and trembles. She years constantly for someone who will come and pacify those passions. There are social taboos and she has suppressed her desires for so long, kept them under control.
The white Pomeranian which was abandoned by its owner and left to fend for itself in the harsh world has once again found an owner. I saw him bathing and combing the dog. The dog also seems to have taken a fancy for the new owner.
During the inter weening period, it has somehow adjusted with the pariah dogs. This dog is very handsome. In the beginning, street dogs bullied it and there were fierce fights in which it was badly bruised. But slowly the street dogs came to terms with it and it was accepted into their fold. It used to sleep with other dogs under cars and huts shades. It sometimes chose the bitches also and tried mating them but it was fiercely spurned and bitch showed the white fangs .
Since it was a pet from its childhood, it has not faced the hardships faced by the street dogs and has been more fortunate but in the bargain, it did not learn the art of fights and competition for the food: a trait very much desired to survive as the father of evolution Sir Charles Darwin told us many years ago.
As now it is again under protection, it is safe. But it sometimes runs towards its street friends when it sees them but soon returns to its new found haven.