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travels with my dogs
Sunday, 4 May 2008
And on the third day

It was Mayday, and on the usual walk I just came to the place on the left side of the previous photo, when my dogs attacked something in the bush. No, it was not a rabid fox, nor was it anything wild, it was a small black shepherd dog pup. 99% likely it was lost (or, more likely, abandoned) by the shepherds that keep 500 heads a couple of miles westwards. So I wrapped the little devil in my raincoat untill he (is a male) stopped biting, tied him to a piece of string that was lying handy on the heap of bricks, and after five minutes he was walking at heel as if we've been training for a week. In ten more minutes an old car came our way, and the guys in it, obviously hunters, started to reprimand me about walking the dogs in the fields where there migh be baby hared or roe deer. I said there were no hares or roe deer around as the river was rather high recently, then they said something about pheasants, I said about what the law allows and what if they help me to train my dogs on tracking wounded game, but seems that such cooperation is unlikely. What I think, they apeared exactly then there on that dirt road is because of that shepherd pup, and not to take it home, but to collect points. The thing is, whenever hereabouts a hunter meets a strange dog more than 300 meters from the inhabited area, he's (99.9% hunters are male) free to shoot it, chop off the muzzle, and collect points on account of that. One can collect those points also on various good work like bringing, in winter, food for deer or pigs, and this entitles you to get your part of the vennison etc. Although last year there were five strays living off sheep and goat corpses, and it took the hunters as many months to kill them all (and then I saw one being shot, right before my eyes, but the guy who did it just hid away and did not came to chop the muzzle off, so I just threw the carcass onto the pile of burning plastic bags. Nothing remained).

On account of that, there was no way that this pup remain on the dump. But as these last few days I sold two of those full-pedigree-titled-parents Istrians (one for 100 €, one female in exchange for her sometime-in-the-future pup) it was possible to give him a home for a few days. I almost forgot how quickly a shepherd dog learns. He only has to be shown something once or twice and voilà! So, today, three days later, I took him to the animal market, and found him a home in less than one hour, that is, he went (for free) to this guy who breeds canaries... already has one mean peke. His name is gonna be Max (the owner nickname is - surprise surprise - Max).


Posted by cmell at 1:26 PM EDT
Updated: Sunday, 4 May 2008 2:50 PM EDT

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