Pack or Prison.

The natural tendency of Bali Street Dogs is to be out and about at dawn and dusk.  In between those zones they generally take rest and laze around, staying as much as possible clear of the energy sapping heat and humidity.  In rain season the torrential precipitation usually drives them and everything else without gills under any available overhang. 

But when the conditions are right no matter what the season, they really do appear to have a need to mingle with each other and on occasion create a modicum of mayhem.  Many a person has been on a pleasant stroll, when quite all of a sudden they are literally faced with a mob of feral looking furry beasts, a collection of snarling curled lippers and a heap of hackled horror. 

A pack of Bali Street Dogs has decided to take back the middle ground and put on a show.  They all know each other of course because they live in the area and usually have homes from whence they have staggered out from.  It’s their street and after a few hours of slumber it’s their time, which of course gives them the right, in their rightful opinion, to perform and pirouette.  Of course in the main the mind numbing and literally limb numbing noise and fang gnashing is nothing more than that.  The serious stuff, bloodletting, is usually reserved for interlopers, really unacceptable behaviour from a miscreant neighbour or the dreaded wrath of a rabies attack.

Bali Street Dogs live to be free, but it is easy to understand why they are becoming more and more curtailed due to the demands from more and more fearful tourists. But if you really stop and just watch what they do on their streets, it becomes so plain and so simple to see that it really is an amazing show between a pack of patriots out on the patch.

To consign anything to live behind a barrier or wall is bad enough, but to forcefully remove and imprison a proud and ancient pack to an existence of constrained boredom is just damn sad.  

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