Dogs just love them, but not all dogs can cope with them. The four big dogs who have spent the first year at least on the streets get very excited when Mr A manages to find bones at one of the butchers in Milas. They have of course managed to survive on all sorts of rubbish before I rescued them, and they still manage to find all kinds of rotting parts of dead animals when they go out for a run, and insist on bringing them home. You can take the dogs out of the streets........
I've learned from experience that Poppy loves them but her little stomach rejects them and hours after chewing a bone, she will throw up, so I'm afraid she has to miss out.
A sunny day yesterday, and the flooding having more or less dried out at the bottom of the village, enabled Mr A to get into Milas to collect another two 15kg sacks of dried food and pay the vet's bill for Sammy's operation. He also managed to find an old cupboard in one of the secondhand shops, very cheap, which we need to store towels, blankets and the sacks of food out in the shed to keep them dry and secure.
He called in at the butcher's shop where we occasionally manage to get bones, and came away with a huge bag full of knuckle and marrow bones. A real treat. At one time these would be given away or thrown out, but we now have to pay for them. I think it's a sign of the times that nothing these days is free. It would seem that people are desperately hard up and now buy bones for making soup. The butcher has enough customers for them, so if we want them in future, Mr A will need to phone him to reserve some for us.
After chopping up the bones into manageable chunks,we gave one each to the four big dogs. Sammy immediately takes his into the dogs' room, Blondie and Freddie chew theirs down by the gate, and Megan goes up to the top of the driveway with hers. She is so lazy. She will chew for half an hour and then give up, by which time Freddie will have demolished his bone and start on hers.
Poppy stays in the house with a chewstick, sulking because it's not a bone. I wasn't sure how Monty would manage with a bone but decided to give it a try, and he spent a couple of hours with his on the balcony. It's now 3am and Monty has been throwing up. He is now fine and back to sleep ...and I'm wide awake. No point in going back to sleep because the 4 big dogs will have me up at 5am anyway! So no more bones for Monty I'm afraid. It's all trial and error.
Mr A continues to feed two, sometimes three, dogs down in the village every evening. He has persuaded the teahouse owner to keep water topped up for them in an area away from people. And he has made a few threats too. The men are very cruel and will kick the dogs if they come near or throw stones at them. Mr A can be quite intimidating when he is upset, and has told the men in no uncertain terms that he will be extremely angry if he sees this happening. They think he is crazy and ask him why he doesn't keep cows or sheep instead of dogs...they just don't get it.
Mr A has tried to take some photos of the dogs feeding, but they are so timid that he has to put the food down at a distance then retreat. If he tries to get near them when they are eating, they run away. It will take a while for them to trust.
There were far more dogs around, and we still cannot find out what has happened to them. I fear the worst, but no-one will own up to disposing of them. However we know from experience that it won't be long before more arrive, and we will continue to feed them, and protect them, whether people like it or not.
All this costs money, and I am so grateful for the few donations I received recently which has helped tremendously, but we need more to continue to feed not only our rescues, but to make sure that any strays in the village can survive the winter. When we have gained their trust, we will gradually arrange for them to be neutered and spayed, to keep the population under control.
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