After being stuck at home for nearly three weeks, waiting for car parts to arrive the last thing we needed was animal related, emotional turmoil, but that is what we got.
On Saturday, Lorna and I went out to clean a cut on one of the alpacas ears, and there was a van outside, and a funny little puppy. He was ginger and white, with big paws, and folded over ears. We didn’t think much of it, imagining he was with the man in the van, who was working on the olive trees.
As the afternoon went on, I noticed him following another car up the track, and the people in the car got out, and he seemed to be with them. They drove up the hill with the puppy chasing the car, which we didn’t like, but we have seen people exercise their dogs like this and then let them in at the top of the track. Sadly no, five minutes later the puppy was back, and the van outside was gone 🙁
After an hour or so of hoping that the little pup would make his way home, to wherever that may have been, it was starting to get dark, and I didn’t want to let him sleep outside, and wake up in the morning to a dead puppy outside, so I brought him in, gave him a little food and water, and put him in our dog crate, in the barn. At least he would be warm for the night, and in the morning I could go and speak to a couple of farmers, and see if he belonged to any of them.
The following morning, I took the camera out, and took a couple of photos of the pup, to help me describe the situation to the farmers. I first made the hilly trek up to where our neighbour Rafael was trimming his olive trees. He said the pup was nothing to do with him, but maybe it was the other man working on the olives on the opposite hill. We did have a bit of a conversation about castrating animals, but it went over his head, however he did say to me, using actions, if I didn’t want to keep the pup, that I should kill it, and bury it. No mas problema! I tried to explain that that would not be happening and set off back across the hill to ask the other farmer if he belonged to him. Surprise, surprise he was claiming no responsibility either, but suggested I ask Rafael!
I trudged back to the house, trying to to think of a way we could afford to keep this new little puppy, but I was struggling to justify it. The best course of action would be to try and find him a home through the use of Facebook, and sadly, if no luck with that, he would have to go to the animal centre in Cordoba, where they do at least open to the public, and re-home some animals. So I let the little fella out a couple more times, to take photos, for Facebook, and clean his crate. The worst thing is he wails like a small child when you leave him, and this was upsetting the other dogs, which were baying to get out to see what was going on. At one point they broke through one of our gates, and Arthur nearly took the head of a chicken, which through a mixture of running and sort of flying managed to get away. This frenzied action, was also affecting the boy alpacas who were having a real frenzied fight, so we were trying to get dogs back, stop alpaca fighting and herd chickens back to their house. I’m not sure the little fella realised the problems he was causing.
Well after all this, we were sitting in the upstairs apartment, taking stock of the situation, when Miliko started going mad, barking and yelping from the top of the wall. This is normal for when the alpaca boys fight, or there is something or someone at the bottom of the track. We looked out expecting the alpacas to be fighting again, but no. At the bottom of the track was, you guessed it, another little puppy!!
This little one was sitting by the big tree, and wandering around, but there was no one in site. Now what to do? I went out to see him, and he was nervous, but soon let me pick him up. I decided to put him in with the other pup, they would at least keep each other company. It did, to be honest make the decision with what to do with them a little easier, because there is no way I can justify keeping two little pups, so if we have no luck finding a home for them, I will take them both to the adoption centre in Cordoba, it is there best hope.
It can be no coincidence that two puppies appeared outside our gates in two days, somebody must have thought ‘The English people will have them’. The Spanish seem to be under the impression we all have lots of money and are able to take in every waif and stray we see, but sadly it is not the case, and it is a sad fact of living in Spain, that you will see far more needy animals than you are able to help.