GAWF blog 21st June 2016
The weather is now
proper ‘summer weather’ with day time temperatures around 30 degrees and
evenings so warm and comfortable.
We’ve been to our
friend Hayley’s house several times for play dates with her dogs. They fly around the garden after each other,
always with Dexter in the lead, saying ‘Catch me, catch me!’ It’s like watching
a game of rugby, the aim being for Dexter to dodge each of Hayley’s three dogs
as he makes his way from one side of the garden to the other, before he gets
‘tackled’. It’s great to watch and to
see them use all that energy. Poppy just stands on the side line, barking with
excitement, or is she telling them off?
I’m never quite sure.
My friend Sarah
arrived and we spent four days relaxing at the house, walking the dogs, taking
them in the sea (neither too keen, but I do believe they appreciate feeling
cool for at least half an hour after), chatting and enjoying the fantastic
Kefalonian cuisine. One of my favourite
tavernas is Acqua at tiny Alaties beach.
It’s a basic seaside taverna, but with the best sunset view and a peach
bellini to die for. We agree being here
is close to paradise.
I’ve noticed several
dogs on chains as usual, although none on short chains, which I’m relieved
about. They all seem to have a good 20
foot circumference to move around in and so they are able to go in the shade if
they need to. I still don’t like to see
it, but it’s better than being horribly restricted like I’ve seen so many
times. The law now says that it’s
illegal to keep a dog chained up 24 hours a day. I think it would take a caring neighbour or
tourist to take note if this was the case and report it to the police. Of course the owner could say that it has been
let off the chain at some point in the day but there will never be any
proof. But at least a visit from the
police reminding them of the legal position may prompt them to do something
about it. I understood from my visit to
the rescue centre last year that the police actively get involved in animal
welfare issues and this is so reassuring to hear.
The day Sarah flew
home from Kefalonia airport, we visited ARK (Animal Rescue Kefalonia) on our
way to the airport. We had the rugs and
blankets I’d brought with me in the car and we stopped off to buy some big bags
of dog food for them. The noise of the
dogs barking when you arrive is deafening.
We saw Marina the lady who runs the rescue centre and talked to her
about what is happening there. They
currently have 360 dogs which is a similar number to last year. She said the adoption rate is good (and I see
the posts on Facebook about the adoptions) but of course dogs are arriving or
being rescued and brought in at around the same rate, so the numbers don’t
change much. Marina and her Dutch
volunteer, Joyce, talked about the police and how they are getting involved in
investigations and prosecutions which is so good to hear.
As always, Marina
asked if I would like to take one, but I know I can’t manage more than two
dogs. One day, when the inevitable
happens with Poppy (who celebrated her 11th birthday two weeks ago)
I will take on another Greek rescue at that point. But now is not the right time.
My friend Sarah knows
she will adopt a dog when the time is right for her (she already has one, plus
a daughter and a thriving business) and she knows she will come to ARK when the
time comes.
We saw Winston, a
lovely little hunting dog, who had been severely abused and thankfully rescued
by ARK last summer when I was here on the island. He had been set alight by a local man with
severe mental disabilities (and who is now in a mental institution or a prison,
I am not sure which). He still bears the
physical scars on his back but he is so happy to see you and wags his tail like
mad. It’s very emotional to watch him
and to know what he’s been through in his short life. I feel so relieved that there are charities
like ARK who are there to look after and protect these poor souls. I wonder why he hasn’t been adopted, but I
know that personally if he belonged to me, I might find it very hard to be
reminded of what he went through every time I saw him and his scars. And so I wonder if this is the reason.
After many tears and
goodbyes, we left the centre and headed to the airport. The next few days will be spent doing some
work after a break of a few days and awaiting my next (and last) friend to
arrive next week.