DAY 191: A PUPPY SAVED FROM THE DINNER TABLE!
I’m afraid we never managed to intercept a truck at night with dogs bound for the meat trade and with me dodging bullets – I apologise for the lack of drama and for not getting shot – but I do have some GOOD news.
We saved a single, quivering, chained-up puppy from the dinner table.
And I want to bring her home. Gulp.
Perhaps it’s for the best that we did not intercept a truck. Andrew told me that the stench alone of opening the back of a vehicle full of dying dogs stuffed in bags and cages would be enough to stay with me for life. But all the same I’m frustrated. I came here to help.
So instead we paid a trip to an area where the dog traders are known to live – and ply their trade. A small street on the outskirts of Manilla: charming, backwards, hot. Hot but chilling, because this is the very street where dogs are frequently purchased (or stolen) to then be shipped up to places like Baguio where they are made into stew. Mmmm.
We almost missed the puppy. It was tied up in the shade by a small chain, shaking. The owner, who spoke no English, was more than happy to sell it for only $4. A sure sign that when the dog was bigger and fatter he would have happily sold it on to the traders
I called the puppy ‘Patrick’ at first after briefly checking he was a boy (I was filmed for a charity whilst checking his bits) and then found out later from the vet that he was in fact a her (I didn’t do GCSE biology – which is hardly an excuse).
I then called her Mango. Erm. Mango are the most popular fruit here…and kind or…er…sweet.. (Just get over it!)
She rode back in the car with me staring out at her old life passing away with no idea what that $4 could change so mcuh.
And then, out of gratitude she peed all over my legs (does she own me now? Mango, I will be your lampost any day of the week) We took her to the best vets in the whole of the Philippines where she was checked over, de-ticked and kept in observation.
Life and death is so brutal out here. And death is so pervasive out there that saving one dog may seem pointless: but it is a vote for life
Can Mangoes be imported to the UK?
I’m now in serious trouble.
I HAVE PROMISED TO GET THIS DOG BACK TO THE UK.
I don’t want her to be another Cordelia.
This little thing REALLY perked up when she had some attention. It will take months to get all the paperwork and tests together but I am determined. In the meantime she will stay with the vet’s mother but it is NOT a long term solution.
There is no dog-shelter in the Philippines that I am leaving this dog in, there is no home we can be sure she will do well in and I am determined that at some point this dog will be in the UK in a new home.
One of my promises to Ann on starting this year was that I would help as much as I can – and travel – but our house would not become a refuge centre…for spiders, hens or dogs.
Alldogsmatter in the UK will help me find a loving home over here for this dog but in the meantime…
..it’s over $1000 to do it wth flights.
Next blog. I’m desperately selling portraits of Mango to try and get the money to fulfil my promise. Pls help!!! Let’s get this dog some