Something happens when you’re around street dogs. No matter their nationality, they do something to you, touch you, affect your feelings and change your energy. They are not homeless; the streets are their home, where they universally choose to be. To deny them such freedom is unbelievably cruel, unfortunately those freedoms are being curtailed worldwide at an ever increasing daily rate.
Something amazing also occurs when you actually meet street dogs, actually meet and be greeted by them. The streets have a way of instilling a balance that no confinement can ever offer. Seems like a simple premise, allow a being to access life’s full stimuli, end up with something that won’t be a threat to you. Lock it up; confine it behind walls and barriers, frustrate the hell out of it and end up with a pent up unsociable biting machine. It applies to any species.
Even when confined through sickness or rehabilitation, one of the multitude pleasures in being with Bali Street Dogs, is in observing and experiencing how their social side still shines through. In respect to the Bali Street Dog, you could take the dog from the street. But most surely, it’s most ancient DNA would assure that you could not take the street, from such a free roaming animal.
For those involved in rescue and rehabilitation, such awareness is a constant distress. As many know, confining a true free roaming Bali Dog isn’t an easy thing to police. They have a way of finding a way to get out there. To be where they truly belong, out there where they feel completely alive, where they are simply home.