The Inglorious Bastards

There live a few dogs outside my office. They eat half-eaten things that strangers toss at them, sometimes, and drink muddy water from potholes on the road made with cheap concrete.

I call them the Inglorious Bastards. I don't think they are aware of that name though.

The bastards, they mostly seem happy. At times, I have seen them hopping into puddles and sleeping in the middle of the road with their belly facing the sky.

I wanted to know their secret. Their answer to the mysteries of the universe. Maybe they see something in the night sky that human eyes could never fathom.

So I decided to start interviewing them. It wasn't hard. I knew where to find them. Plus, they were pretty affable. Well, mostly. This is an ongoing process. Whenever I find them loafing around, I pop a question. The answers I find interesting, I’ll keep puting them up here.

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