Our neighbour, Mehmet, who is adored by Poppy and also by Beki when she was alive, met Megan and Sammy for the first time yesterday. He's a very kind man. He was a little wary at first because they barked at him to prevent him coming near our gate. I gave him some biscuits to feed them, and they calmed down and made friends with him. He is happy that they are living outside our house, because he also feels protected, as his house is just a little way up the hill from ours.
They are very clever dogs. They don't bark at everyone. For example, three days ago an old lady who passes our gate every day, was just coming down the hill. Megan and Sammy were stretched out in front of the gate, doing nothing. Before she reached them, and before I could stop her, she had picked up a large rock and threw it at Sammy, hitting him on his back and making him scream.
Mr A and I were furious. We were on the balcony so saw what happened...too fast for us to stop her. I'm afraid I really lost my temper and shouted at her. In fact I was sorely tempted to pick up a stone and throw it at her (and I believe I would if I ever saw her do it again). Mr A had very strong words with her and she climbed over Dursune's wall and took a short cut through her yard. She hasn't been back this way since.
Sadly, this is the treatment street dogs get regularly from people in this country. I'll never get used to it as long as I live. It makes me want to weep.
The dogs are not using the brick kennel. We think it's just in the wrong place. Right at the back, with the opening facing up the hill. They like to see what's going on. We discovered that they are actually sleeping under the olive tree at the side of the house, just outside the gate. This affords them some shelter but we've had some rain in the past few days, so Mr A erected what I can only describe as a mini "car port", under the olive tree and fixed to the side of the house. They seem perfectly happy there, and can see anyone who approaches.
|Shelter...much larger than it appears in the angle of this photo|
Mr A received a request from the Kusadasi carpet people to go over there again this weekend as they had several groups of customers booked. After his last disastrous trip, and the motorbike accident, I wasn't happy about him going. However, once he's made up his mind, there's little I can do about it but worry.
He set off early yesterday morning. He had groups yesterday and again today. I can only hope that he does at least earn something, which will go a little way towards covering the costs of the last trip.
He will be heading home this evening.