I have commented before on how living as a dog in India does not share the same connotation of having an easy life as it does in the West. It was an interesting sociological phenomenon in itself to watch most Indians either not pay these pups any mind or perhaps even go out of their way to avoid them as it was to watch the tourists fawn over them.

When I entered the Qutb Minar complex, all five these dogs were all suckling on their mother. When I was walking out of the complex they had broken off into groups and fallen asleep on one another, their bellies full for the time being. Everyone looked happy, except for the runt who appeared to be the sacrificial lamb to the fleas. He was so flea bitten and scabby, truthfully he didn't look like he was going to make it.

The dogs didn't even so much as twitch when I got near them. I squatted, found the eye focus and manually set the aperture up to f/5.6. I had learned from looking at some of my other photos that I was having a hard time placing the focus where I wanted with shallower values. Of course, later I found out that my camera was shipped out of calibration.