DAY 153: A TRIP TO PARADISE …. or… ‘Oh, crap, does anyone want a dog??’
Right, you lot, I’m getting people telling me it’s all a bit grim.
I take your point.
But please, please bear with me. I will do what I can to show the positives and the humour but a theme of this blog is the not-turning-away thing. I’ve come to realise that one of the biggest blocks to change in animal welfare – at least in myself – is our ability to slip back into comfortable ignorance Ahhh… a coffee. Ahhhh… a fag…. Ahhh an old copy of Razzle Dazzle.
I’ll filter the worst if you must but I need you on this ride. I get scared in the dark by myself.
Today I spent an hour in Paradise with Charlotte. (That sounds wrong) It wasn’t very satisfying (sorry Charlotte). We went to one of the nicest, freshest, best dog-pounds in southern Spain. See, don’t tell me I don’t think of you. I wanted to go because the government-run pounds are where lots of Galgos and Podencos (the smaller hunting dog) end up after abandonment. If I could see the very best it might give me a handle on the life cycle of a hunting dog. What was it like?
‘Paraiso’ – or Paradise – is indeed a rather lush place. Surrounded by palm trees, set in the sun and with romantic music playing from behind trees it’s like a fine package-resort that you might take your family on. Except for a few minor details: the residents are put in cages are put to sleep by lethal injection after a few weeks. Don’t think that’s ever happened at Club Med. (It has??). Perhaps a better name for this place would be ‘Doggy Heaven’
So…this is the bit where any objective journalistic integrity I may have is turned to slush.
Does anyone know anyone that wants a gorgeous dog?? please!!!
And if one of you knows Britney Spears / Beyonce / Andy Murray or anyone with a sizeable twitter following can you get them to tweet this page? Or print it out for your grandmother in large font and have her adopt (oh, she’s on Linked In….fine)
I’ve never seen so many perfect, gorgeous dogs staring out at me that I know are going to die in a few weeks. And I don’t know which acting school they went to but they stare mournfully from their cages with Shakespearean poise. Oh, they aren’t acting? Oh Christ.
There are quite a few Galgos and Podencos here including the tiny Podenco in the video at the header of this blog post. But there are also a lot of other dogs too, equally worthy. I can’t blame the pound for putting the dogs to sleep when they are massively over-run (fifty galgos came through in the last few weeks – I blame the idiots who bred or abandoned them) but you’ve got to feel something for these dogs.
More help from Charlotte
Charlotte has made me an offer. If anyone wants one of these dogs (or do you know someone on facebook that does??) she will foster it whilst it has all medical checks and give it a clean bill of health for only 150 Euro.
Then there’s the passport and the flight and vets bills that she can also organise. Assuming you are in the UK you can then have one of these dogs for around 600 Euro in about 8 weeks, which is cheaper than many pedigree pups and involves very little organisation. she will however make sure someone comes and does a home check. Only right.
150 Euro – foster and health check
150 Euro – vets bills
250 Euro – flight and transport to your door.
600 Euro – TOTAL.
IF YOU KNOW ANYONE THINKING OF GETTING A DOG PASS ON THIS PAGE BY FACEBOOK/TWITTER
Anyone can contact me on the above email link (top banner). Thank you.
TOMORROW – video diary update