Three feral dogs, some of the many large strays which abound in the Ukraine, rest in the stifling heat in the outdoor market in Uzhorod, Ukraine. These dogs are not aggressive but they’re everywhere.
The market is seriously not worth the hassle of visiting.
My Jack Russell, Sandy, was ecstatic today to have a visit from a brother and sister pair who are still puppies. My wife’s cousin’s husband found them abandoned at the Polish border and brought them home. They’re a very mixed breed pair but they’re very sweet.
I hate it when people just dump their dogs by the side of the road. A dog is utterly dependent on its owner and is part of the family. Its entire universe is its owner and their family. To be dumped and abandoned is soul destroying. Now my town is filled with small dogs, mainly Maltese terriers, most of which have been bought as Christmas presents for some kid who gets bored with them after a few months of having to take them out 3 times a day regardless of the weather. I expect many of these fashionable presents will end up dumped also.
While there is a taste of Spring in the air, and the snow melt run-off from the hills is creating new land-borne streams (especially, unfortunately, at the back of my garage), there is still a lot of snow about and last week saw night time temperature below minus 10.
I really dislike the period between the end of Winter and full blown Spring. Everything is dead and manky and mud covers all. Winter’s gone on long enough this year and I really want warmer days and greenery. My Jack Russell, on the other hand, loves the snow.
I felt guilt about posting Veles so decided to give Sandy his 5 minutes of fame also. He never relaxes at the village house, always on high alert – whether it’s someone passing the gate, a tractor in the distance, an eagle, stork or raven flying over head, or one of the many village dogs barking out their territory, he has to get vocally involved. He’s chased foxes out of the garden (the reason I chose his breed) and he keeps the deer from jumping the fence to eat the young trees. However, unlike the other village dogs, he sleeps indoors – on my bed whenever he gets the chance