I've been travelling the Mediterranean for years and have seen sights so horrific they'll haunt me for ever.
While out walking recently I met a very well known politician - think eggs - and her two dogs. It transpired that she'd rescued one of the dogs from a Greek rubbish tip and had brought him back to the UK.
She gets my vote.
Or a hot political curry rather than eggs, Keith?
I wonder if
she had to leave him in quarantine for six months... probably did.
When we brought our pooch out to Spain we had to wait until she was two years old before she could get her rabies shot and be permitted to travel out of Britain. She did the trip in a huge box with RSPCA spec that was, if I remember correctly, about twice the width, half a length longer and higher than the dog; she was big. Whatever it was it cost a bomb to have made and she travelled in the heated forward hold of an aircraft, accompanied by our daughter (not in the hold) who then had to see her through Mallorca customs when they arrived. My wife was at the waiting end and the first she saw of the dog was the crate on the conveyor belt. When it stopped, the crate was taken down off it and opened with our daghter supposedly taking charge of it and the paperwork. Of course, it saw my wife standing at the other side of the gap between the international and national areas and shot across the tiles, skidding all concerned in her excitement. (That was how I used to feel too in airports at one stage in life.) Anway, when the two parties met, the customs lads began to examine the paperwork - all correct - but the dog had other ideas and started to pee with joy. At the sight of that, the customs shooed all concerned the hell out of the concourse and the box got left behind - God knows what we would have done with it anyway - we only had a tiny car at that tme. But that arrival sure was something I would have loved to have seen. Unfortunately, I was back in Scotland doing some work.
The poor dog got cancer in one row of teats, had them removed, then it hit the other side. They were removed too and then it got her lungs and we couldn't face losing another after she died; the damn cats didn't give a shit - they took no notice of her even when she was fit and very active. That's cats; they live in a killer world of their own. Oddly, they can still make you weep when
they die.
Take care
Rob C
