Canine Capers
One would think I was fishing for comments with a panel about waking sleeping dogs. Next time I encounter snoozing dogs I will not wake them willingly. I was surprised to see them as I rounded a corner. But now I will always have a nice mental image of almost being eaten when I hear the idiom “let sleeping dogs lie”.
Overall the dogs here are well-behaved and pretty innocuous. They just seem to get in scuffles when one least expects it, surprising everyone. The only threat is the pack of wild dogs that live near the village garbage dump. I think their numbers are so great they could cause trouble if they wanted to. I’ve taken to running with rocks in my hands in case I encounter any of them. Not that my underdeveloped runner’s arms would hurl the stones hard enough to do any damage. Maybe the dogs would get confused when the dust from the stone that fell near their feet got in their eyes.
Enjoy.
For some reason it’s not the fact you woke the dogs that got me, it’s that they peed on your clothes. Interesting image at not quite 8:00 am.
Ah. No more skinny dipping, right?
Swearsies, Becky, he had his swimsuit on. His peed-upon clothes were merely awaiting his return from the Black Sea. The same pack of dogs “treed” Allegra and me in the changing rooms after that swim.
Here’s the most helpful word I’ve learned in Turkish–all the ownerless street dogs know it well: “Host!” (actually pronounced like “host” with a “sh” sound where the “s” is). I used it today on my run, and that mangey effer turned off my scent like I was Britney Who Just Shaved Her Head.
What the hell do all these dogs live on? Do people feed them?
Reminds me of when we lived on the Navajo Reservation back in the 80s. Bob Barker was on the Price is Right w/o a social agenda then, and in the winter time, the joke was that the dogs would lurk by the side of the highway and pick out the car upon whose grill they wanted to die. I, too, have a new appreciation for letting sleeping dogs lie. Gret panel, dude.
ah yes, we had scads of mangy dog packs in trinidad too. we called them pothounds because they seemed to live and spawn in the potholes.
Rob,
Some people feed them, throwing scraps into a bowl and setting it out in the streets for cats and dogs to pick from. Others, like the pack of 30 wild dogs, is camped out by the town’s garbage dump. It is a ravine that all the garbage is dumped in and I guess it provides quite well for the hounds. They looked very healthy.