I was born as a typical Nepali street dog, somewhere near Chitwan National Park. I do not remember my birthday. But my god-parents have given me a birthday.

January 11, 2012 was just another cold night in Saurha. Restaurants were crowded with tourists, there were music, alcohol, food, and fire. Nobody would see me or care me. I lost my parents. I was trying to live with thrown leftovers and whatever I could find to eat. I had wounds, scratches and lots of leeches all over my body.

Life was a misery. And I had stopped crying. For few days I cried a lot but nobody cared.

Suddenly some boys and girls came and picked me just to say hello. They held me for few minutes on their warm lap. Later they tried to leave me where they found me earlier, near a restaurant in the beach. They thought that I belong to the restaurant owner.

But the restaurant owner did not allow them to leave me there, claiming that I do not belong to them. Those 4 guys did not have any option except taking me with them. Finally they did. And I was happy. Because I had already thought they were good; the way they handled me. Nobodoy (I mean no human being) carried me like that earlier in my life.

First they gave me lots of milk and bread to eat. I never got that much food to eat. I spent that night in a warm hotel room. The next day I flied to Kathmandu with one of them.

I am happy now. But there are so many other abandoned street dogs in my place. I hope people would treat them humanely.

And yes, I know that Mark Zuckerberg has got a dog named Beast. She has got a facebook page with more than 400 thousand likes. One of my god parents thought why not create a facebook page for me too? So.. I am here. Like me 😛

Follow the link to like me: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabika/284839254908360?sk=wall