WELL WE finally set off. About time. I was wildly excited, but I behaved quite well on my lead, and was especially responsible when Penny was riding and I was on the lead, which I have to be on small roads near villages, because I am completely disobedient. In one village I ran after and caught a chicken. SUCH FUN. I could easily have killed it too, except suddenly, out of the blue, I got a VERY hard smack, and a telling off and was put on my lead. I had a mouth full of feathers Can`t tell you how hard it is to spit feathers out when noone will let you stop and sit down and do it.
In another place we had stopped at a water trough. A nice man came by with goats. I chased them.
Everyone shouted and then the shepherd, who had seemed such a nice old man caught me a helluva crack with his crook.
After that I have been thinking a bit more about chasing livestock. But cats.. well that`s another story..
At every village and homestead dogs run out and bark at me. I hide behind George, from where I scoff at them for having no collars on AT ALL. Pathetic. My owner cares about me: One reflective collar so I show up at night.One Protective collar to save me from ticks, ok its one of those gender bender ones that make everyone in the world infertile plus it contains chemicals that recent studies show makes children 400 times more likely to develop cancer of the brain .. but it keep ME safe. Then there is another so called environmentally friendly collar that is supposed to make me smell horrible so insects are repelled. Apparently there are awful flies here which.. if they bite you you die. Plus mosquitoes which if they bite you you get ill.
We went over the mountains and up there, exactly where six years ago, Penny had found 6 dead foxes, we found a dead fox. I was just rolling in it when I foun d myself on the lead and being jerked at. We passed loads of dead foxes. There were no cartridge cases, so they must have been poisoned. Shocking irresponsibility! And still going on.. just poisoning creatures like that. And, if Penny hadn`t been aware of the danger, I could have been a deader..She has TRIED to train me not to just pick up any old rubbish and eat it, but I am not the kind of dog that they have in the training books and havent responded to conditioning. So We had to go over a whole mountain with me on the lead. When we were quite near the village of VASTA we met a shepherd, and asked about the poisoning. He said some awful people did this every year.. which says something about the number of foxes, and the efficacy of poison as a control method...
Top picture shows one of 7 or 8 dead foxes we saw.
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