What a Couple of Days

I don't know were to begin...and I don't really want to begin. I am not making any sense here, am I?

New Years day me and my family went out on a "food mission". People were sleeping so it was kind of a dead town(s). The dogs could be left alone hunting for food. They needed the break after the night before being bombarded with fireworks from all directions.

We stopped by at many dog families and fed them.

My heart ached even if I should be happy, we were checking them out and they got food, but to see so many strays, it kills your heart. I don't mind them being strays, but to survive so many hard obstacles on the way in life is sad; food, sickness, traffic and #1 the human evilness.

"My" puppies that we've been feeding in the skeleton house were not there, driven off by the fireworks, I surmise. I hope they will come back now that the environment is generally quiet.

Yesterday I got one bad phone call after another. Can we help; puppies, strays that are sick, no money....what can I tell these people to comfort them? How can I comfort myself?

Last night on our way home from a dinner, my husband half joked by saying; "Want to go and see if the puppies are there?"

"oh YES!"

Sure it was a little late, Max was sleeping and Olivia was happy to get chocolate when I jumped out to buy dog food at a food store.

To my happiness, and relief, the puppies were there when we arrived in the dark and in high heels in the mud I fed them. What a joy and they were hungry my little barking angels.


Today me, Olivia and Helene went out on a mission. We started out with the puppies since I knew they were back and more hungry. Then too, I wanted to start the morning with joy.

They greeted me and ate like hungry lions. Suddenly, we heard like kittens screaming. We ran to the other skeleton house, a big black and white dog ran towards us and out. That's when I saw it......a brace of night-old puppies, now screaming even worse after their mommy.


Oh "prosciutto" I pushed Olivia and Helen out of the skeleton and wanted to make sure mommy dog saw us leaving. I have to go over there later today with a small box for them, they will freeze to death at night on the cold concrete. I still hear their little screams and I see the awful place they are laying in and my feeling is; "doomed to death."

We drove to another place, like a fenced in place with a lot of garbage, broken glass and when we stooped a big beautiful reddish German Shepard and a black and brown Chihuahua mix jumped out crawling in front of our feet. Disgusting feelings of helplessness inside of me while feeding them. The German Shepard you could count the ribs....he was so thin, this beautiful friendly young male.

What a terrible place I am in....I see why people are ignoring this, it is eating you up.


Then to another place (we are driving in a circle) normally 3 young dogs, but today only two. Helene had been there last night and heard a dog in need howling, but couldn't do anything in the dark. It is terrible area with mafia, prostitution and all the broken glass. Some month ago it was a war between mafia and the black people, many got killed.

Carrying Olivia we tried to walk around calling to see, but nothing. We gave the two young ones food while standing up to our knees in garbage. You cannot move away to a "cleaner" spot, it is junk every were. I didn't want Olivia to walk and get hurt.


The Labradors that we sought help for earlier on the blog, getting a foster home are back on the street. When we came one of the Labrador ran out on the four-lane road, hectic traffic and no one stops. She got hit by a car as we watched in horror!

She took off, and went into hiding somewhere, we looked and we searched, nowhere could we find her.


So now, Saturday I will have to pack in my family in the car and instead of taking them to a play ground, we will go out searching for wounded dogs, feed some and give the hours-old puppies a little house. I hope it is not too late!


Where is Amore in this New Year?