The stray dogs of India

India’s stray dogs seemed blessed with the gift of teleportation. I would see a dog near the hotel, and then across town I would see the very same dog, lounging on the hot pavement. The next day I’d see the dog again in yet another part of town, this time rolling around in a dusty alleyway. I was baffled by the omnipresent pooch, and after many days of deductive reasoning and multiple frantic calls to the American Embassy, I came up with a few possible explanations.

  1. My clothes stank of dripping pani puri, and the dog, thinking I might taste like tamarind chutney, was going to great lengths in hopes of having me for dinner.

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