Roving gangs of wild dogs are everywhere: napping, scrounging through garbage, and rounding on any passers-by that look the slightest bit weak. They wear leather jackets sometimes, slick back their hair, chew gum, pull switchblades and howl at the moon in doo-wop harmony. These are some baaad dogs. And the tiny one is no exception: just before I took this photo, that cute little thing mercilessly attacked a nine-year-old boy over a paltry 500 rupees, which he then went and spent on cheap liquor. So sad.