Clare's stay in Greece 2016- Part 4

GAWF blog 14^th July 2016

I visited a couple, Ray and Lorna, who live in the south of the island.  I’d met them last year through my Greek language teacher and it was good to see them again and catch up with their life on the island.  They immerse themselves in the local community including working as a volunteer for the local cat charity.  They are very aware of the animal welfare issues in Greece and care very much about the animals, so it’s good to be able to talk to them about it and my work with GAWF.

It is fairly obvious from my dealings with the family of the dog that attacked Poppy that they won’t do anything different to ensure that the dog can’t attack again.  It was running loose one day in the port and tried to attack my friend, Hayley’s dog and she managed to repel it by kicking out at it.  I also heard a few days later that it attacked another female dog, too.  They still insist to me and everyone else that it’s a friendly dog and gets on well with other dogs.  I’m sure there will have been other incidents too, as there are many more dogs in the area whose owners I don’t know and therefore wouldn’t have heard of those attacks.

I continued to go out with the dogs, choosing areas I hoped it wouldn’t be roaming, and armed myself with the citronella spray, the bottle of stones, the water and in addition and a loud whistle that my friend brought out with her from England.  The whistle sounded like a fog horn but never mind, it was a loud noise!!  But it’s hard to relax fully.

It makes me concerned about going back again next year.  It seems such a shame that the island is so beautiful and offers everything I need and yet there is this worry hanging over me simply because people are too selfish to take steps to deal with the problem.  I spoke to Gaby, Dexter’s foster mother from the island of Aegina where Dexter comes from, and she said I should have taken photographs of the wounds and taken them to the police.  She said they would have gone to the owner and spoke to them which she said usually resolves the problem.  However, I didn’t take photos and therefore this option isn’t possible.  I also spoke to a British girl who lives and works on the island.  She said she usually carried a stick with her when walking her dogs. 

I didn’t come across any animal welfare cases whilst I was here, and of course was relieved about this.  Even finding the injured sparrow last year caused me a lot of anxiety not to mention nearly a day taken up in trying to rehabilitate it.  The north of the island is generally better than the south with regard to animal welfare, perhaps simply because it’s less populated but also many of the people there seem to be educated with regard to animals’ needs, so this is a blessing.

My last friend came and went.  She too loved the island and wants to go back with her family one day.  Very soon after she leaves, it’s time to leave this beautiful place.  With a heavy heart, I pack up eight weeks’ of belongings into the car and we set off on the 4 day journey back to the UK.  I’ve tried to improve my Greek whilst here (and think I’ve succeeded a little) but Stamatis in the local mini-market said to me with a smile ‘I hope when you return next year your Greek will be better!’  I replied ‘so do I’!

Goodbye Kefalonia, I hope to be back next year.

Clare's stay in Greece 2016- Part 3

GAWF blog 21^st 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 11^th 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.

Clare's stay in Greece 2016- Part 2

I’m loving my time here on Kefalonia.  Once again, I don’t ever feel lonely and have been bumping into Greek friends who I met last year.  The resident population is very low, so the only people you see are people who you know or remember from last year!  Nothing changes very much, but I like that.

Claire, the owner from my rental house last year, Stamatis from the local mini-market, Nikos and Christiana and their lovely family at the local taverna, Tattiana the excellent Russian seamstress and other taverna owners.  They all remember me, but suspect it’s the two dogs they actually remember.  And of course, dogs on leads are quite noticeable here as there aren’t many on leads!

I had a visit from my friend Astrid from the neighbouring island of Ithaki for the day one day.  She adopted Dexter when he was 11 months old.  Unfortunately, Dexter couldn’t cope with the presence of her husband, which is the point when the rescue centre really understood how bad his fear of men was.  Their house, although beautiful and remote, is small and I suspect that the physical closeness of Frank didn’t help matters.  After a month or so, they reluctantly had to return him to the rescue centre on Aegina.  By this time, they had fallen in love with him, so it was a hard decision for both of them.  But Dexter was clearly stressed and they felt that it wasn’t good for his wellbeing or his recovery from his past.  At that point, he went to stay with Gaby who works with the rescue centre in Aegina, in her foster home.  Here he was happy, playing with his 15 house mates all day and loved by Gaby.  After a period of some 9 months, I came along and adopted him and the rest is history.  Although he’s still nervous of men, he is greatly improved from three years ago when he arrived.  Every man he’s met since has treated him well, so his trust is slowly growing.  Dogs are not that different to humans in many ways!

                         

My friend Teresa from the UK arrived and we had four days together, celebrating both our birthdays and enjoying the weather and good food.  The day after she left, I was walking Poppy and Dexter in the woods near the bay in Fiskardo, when Poppy was attacked by a dog which was being walked by its owner’s parents.  As anyone who’s dog has been attacked knows, it’s a truly awful thing to witness.  The husband reacted quickly and pulled the dog off and was very responsive to what had happened and offered to pay any necessary vet’s bills.  Poppy was extremely shaken up, her eyes bulging with fear and shaking all over but there were no obvious wounds to see.  We agreed that they would go ahead on the walk and with confirmation from the husband that they would finish the walk on the lead, we turned the corner, to see the dog off the lead.  She saw Poppy and attacked her once again.  I was astounded at the stupidity and apparent lack of care they displayed by doing this. 

The next day, when Poppy allowed me to examine her carefully (she growled that night when I tried to look, so obviously was in pain), I saw several small bite wounds.  After much research on the internet, it was clear that any sort of bit wound can result in infection, so I did the one hour drive to the nearest vet in Sami.  She was given an antibiotic injection and some painkillers.  The bill was 20 euros (always cheap in Greece).  I wonder if the low price is partly due to vets keeping prices as low as possible to encourage Greek people to use them to treat their animals. With the Greek economy as it is, a lot of people have even less money than they did before, so high vets bills would often be out of the question.

She is recovering well, though very clingy for a few days.  I have become nervous of walking the dogs and realise that dogs here are often free to roam on their own from their homes, and whilst most of them are well-behaved dogs, I’m aware of two or three which are not and I am making sure that I avoid those areas.  The attitude from dog owners in Greece is generally less responsible than it is in the UK (although many people are very responsible), and this does not help the anxiety around dog attacks.  However, I’ve now armed myself with an arsenal of weaponry; stones in a water bottle for shaking and making a loud noise, water for throwing over a dog and citronella spray to spray at a dog if necessary.

My next visitor is my friend Sarah, who arrives in a few days.  She gave me several blankets to bring with me in my car, to give to the animal rescue centre, ARK, in Argostoli, the capital of the island.  We’ll visit together and take the blankets, along with some of mine.  It’s hard to imagine in these temperatures, that they actually need blankets and anything to help keep the dogs warm in the winter, but they do!  A visit to the centre is always a stark reminder of the crisis for animals in Greece; dogs and cats abandoned by their owners (unwanted for various reasons), animals who need medical care rescued from the streets and animals rescued from abusive situations.  It will be good to visit again, and find out how some of the dogs we met last year have got on and which have been lucky enough to find themselves adopted by kind people and are in their ‘forever homes’.

I will be writing again next week, but in the meantime will continue with the daily routine of a beautiful walk along many of the walking trails, my work, reading in the sun and enjoying the excellent food. 

Clare's stay in Greece 2016- Part 1

 So I knew when I was in Greece last year that I was going to come back again this year.  Six weeks had flown past so fast I decided to come for 8 weeks this time around (with the knowledge that if 8 weeks went too fast there was always an option for ten weeks in 2017!).

I had managed to find a house to rent, this time through an British travel company.  I made the booking soon after getting home last year, to make sure I was able to secure the time period I wanted.  The owner was happy for the dogs to stay in the house with me as long as they didn’t go in the pool (no concerns there as both Poppy and Dexter need an extraordinary amount of encouragement to go anywhere near water).

The last few weeks before leaving home were similarly crazy, finishing the work that needed to be achieved in the UK before leaving and preparing everything for the trip.  But, finally the day dawned and I left home, again with the car loaded up like a packhorse and set off.  My journey was meticulously planned, again through the tunnel, France, Switzerland and then Italy, this time sailing from the port of Bari in southern Italy and then a short overnight crossing to Igoumenitsa in Greece.  From there a short two-hour drive (empty roads, quiet, beautiful scenery) down to the island of Lefkada, via a causeway, and then the shorter ferry crossing from there to Kefalonia.  I needed to drive an average of 450 miles a day to arrive on Kefalonia on Day Four.  A long drive but achievable over a day with just a few short stops for comfort.

I felt fairly confident that I wouldn’t encounter anything as upsetting as arriving in the port of Astakos on the Greek mainland last year and being told by a distraught German resident that around 20 dogs had been poisoned in the town just three days ago (readers who read last year’s blog may remember this part of my story).  I had been terrified that Poppy may have sniffed any left-over powder that apparently had been used to poison the poor animals, and sat on the ferry terrified that she may become ill with almost certainly no help to hand. 

However, my journey didn't start too well with a 3.5 hour delay at the Eurotunnel due to a broken down train in the tunnel!  Still, it was a beautiful day and we patiently sat on the grass and strolled around waiting to be called.  It meant arriving at the hotel in Nancy, France at 8 o’clock in the evening (not ideal) but we were there.  One day down – three to go!

On Day Three I drove 475 miles from Parma to the old port city of Bari, in the 'heel' of the boot of Italy, for my onward ferry journey to Greece.   However, this is the point where my journey took a turn for the worse.  I arrived at the ferry ticket office, parked outside and went in to pick up my tickets.  I came out and got back in the car to drive down the road to the port for the ferry and before the car's auto locking had kicked in, my passenger door was opened and a youth on a bike leant in and took my handbag from the passenger seat.  It happened so fast. I realised with horror in a matter of seconds that I had everything in there that I needed to get to Greece.... my passport, the dogs’ passports, my driving licence, credit cards, mobile phone, everything.  I knew my trip was over but also in that nano-second wondered how I would even get back to the UK.  The people in the ticket office tried to calm me down, but unbeknown to me one of the people who worked there had disappeared to the back streets to see if he could recover any of my belongings. 15 minutes after I'd been robbed, this wonderful man walked in cradling my belongings in his arms. The thief had dumped everything he didn't want or need.... the only things I didn't get back were my actual handbag and purse and the 30 euros in the purse.  EVERYTHING else was recovered... I am eternally grateful to this kind man who went looking for my belongings as I wouldn't have had the courage to go looking myself particularly with two dogs to take care of too. Despite getting everything back I needed to continue my trip I couldn't stop crying for hours for thinking of the violation itself and also for what could have happened but didn't. I knew I was very lucky. But it has taught me a lesson and I have pleaded with everyone I've spoken to since, to always manually lock their car doors as soon as they get in.... don't wait for the auto locking to engage.

Another bit of luck - he didn't want my Inspector Maigret novel either as that came back too, sodden from the rain. It's drying out in the sun now so will be able to read that too. So lucky.

My house here is beautiful, in a glorious setting, the island peaceful and crime-free.  I know this has helped to fade the memory of what happened and the vision of the arm reaching into my car to take my bag.

After about a week of being here, my friend Hayley arrived from England for the summer, accompanied by her good friend Christian who helped her on the journey from the UK with her three energetic dogs following recent surgery on her spine.

Her first challenge was to find a new home since her landlord of several years announced ‘no dogs allowed’ despite her previously having dogs there for the last few years.  At this late stage it was no mean feat to find somewhere for the whole summer especially with the Greek resistance to dogs living inside.  Hayley’s three dogs are all roadside rescues from Kefalonia but are now used to living in the lap of luxury, so leaving them outside was not an option!!  Luckily, through a friend of hers she managed to find a lovely little house nearby with an enclosed garden, complete with orange, apple, lemon, apricot, peach and fig trees. 

I was thrilled for her, and without further ado, we packed up her worldly belongings into our two cars and trundled off up the road to the new abode!

Hayley

Aside from this, we've been settling in nicely. The days seems to follow a pattern of a leisurely start, walking the dogs, a few hours of my work on my laptop and then another walk late in the afternoon.  The dogs appear happy and have a large enclosed garden to mooch around in and temperatures are very comfortable at the moment (warm but not hot).  Dexter seems to like lying on a patch on warm earth, and always has done.  Perhaps it goes back to his days in the foster home in Aegina where he spent all day outside in the huge garden there.  Although it’s sometimes hard to spot him (see picture below!)  I had to really search for him on this particular day!

Dexter : ) 

I’ve also found a new walk which is absolutely beautiful.  It takes you from a small hamlet nearby, winding through a forest of oak, cypress and arbutus via a dry-stone walled path, to where the Germans built their battery in the 2^nd World War and a huge vista of the open sea.  I felt like I was in an enchanted forest walking along the sun-dappled path.  Pure heaven.

I'm already dreading the day I have to leave this little bit of paradise.