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Animalia Portuguesa – 1 – Dogs

Before I publish the conclusion to our Portuguese trip, I wanted to publish a series featuring some of the creatures I stumbled upon during the course of pointing my camera around that lovely country. At our friends Sitting Pugs suggestion, here’s a few I’ve managed to dig up as I trawled through the thousands of photos from the tour. Today, Dogs. Enjoy!

I couldn't resist taking this guys picture - such a cute tail! I think it was somewhere near Vila Cha

I couldn't resist taking this guys picture - such a cute tail! I think it was somewhere near Vila Cha

 

...taken in the same town I think, and THIS guy was definitely having a bad hair day!

...taken in the same town I think, and THIS guy was definitely having a bad hair day!

 

These two were great mates - and we got to know them well as they scampered around Barca de Alva during the week we were there.

These two were great mates - and we got to know them well as they scampered around Barca de Alva during the week we were there.

 

This little beauty kept turning up on our wanderings around Marvao

This little beauty kept turning up on our wanderings around Marvao

 

Kev Moore

July 30, 2008 Posted by | animals, photo, photography, random, travel, writing | , , , , | 2 Comments

The Worst of a Woman….

Gipsy

Okay, first off everybody, let me just say that I am writing this post in anger, and as a kind of therapy, in a “get it off my chest ” kind of way. So feel free to attack me as a chauvinist, a fantasist, whatever, but here goes….

Do you remember some time ago when we helped a dear little dog, whom we named GYPSY? She’d been abandoned outside, and we took her in, gave her a warm bed, fed her and cared for her. Our hearts were torn, as we agonised over whether we should keep her or not. We knew, if we couldn’t find a home for her, we would have to take her with us, despite our relentless travelling lifestyle. We could never have just left her where we found her. Salvation came in the form of a Spanish lady who’d taken an interest in gypsy’s welfare before, and she assured us she had found an old lady who wanted to provide a home for gypsy. In the event, the Spanish lady, when she came to take her to her new owner, told us she was now going to a family with young children, and we tearfully, but thankfully handed Gypsy over, along with food and a feeding bowl we’d bought her .

Cut to this week, and we have observed a red-haired woman from our apartment block, walking two dogs, one the spitting image of Gypsy. Surely, it couldn’t be, could it? Today, I tried to speak to her in the hallway, as she was taking the dogs out.

“Excuse me, could I ask where you got the little dog?” I asked. She didn’t even turn to acknowledge me, just replying with a disgusted sneer;

“From outside, where you left her. She was on heat.”

“Woh, woh, wait a minute!” I said, “can I just explain something?” Her answer, accompanied by a dismissive raised hand and showing me her back was;

“I don’t want to hear it”

I followed her a good five hundred yards, talking after her, explaining that we’d found her outside, and found her a home, but she contemptuously ignored me, tried and convicted with no jury.

So, people, here’s my view. this was a typical example of the worst of a woman’s behaviour. A complete and utter refusal to even hear my explanation. My point of view was irrelevant. In her tiny brain, she had computed all the possibilities. and of course, their is only one possibility in an under-developed female brain. The man is in the wrong. Anything he says or does has no bearing on the truth whatsoever. because the truth is not real. the truth is whatever she deems it to be. I cannot begin to tell you the depths of my anger towards this holier-than-thou, self-righteous, bigoted cow. It is only matched by the level of disgust I feel for the lying Spanish woman who took Gypsy from us under false pretences. Also, how the hell am I supposed to know if a dog’s in heat? It’s not as if she was wearing a bloody T-shirt with “Come and get me, big boy” written on it, is it?

I never had a pet, never cared for an animal until Gypsy came along, but I couldn’t see that animal suffer. My thanks? Branded the same as the people who mistreated and abandoned her.

Will I ever go out of my way to help another animal? Dream on, ladies. It’s obviously your province, and woe betide any man who can’t provide written proof of his innocence.

Kev Moore

March 6, 2008 Posted by | animals, events, family, life, nature, personal, writing | , , , , | 11 Comments

A Gypsy Soul

As a brief respite from my problems, explained in “Lament for a Butterfly”, Miki and I thought we´d make this light-hearted entry, that describes a true story of parenthood, unfolding even as we speak.

We write this, sat in one of our favourite cafes (featured in Michael´s Cafes of the World ex-blog 🙂 ) eating Chocolate Mousse (Miki) and Bread and Butter pudding (Me)

The thing is, Miki seems to be pregnant…not really internally, but externally…we´re not sure whether to keep the child or not…but in the meantime, the child seems to be making the decision, not us. Every night, she gazed up at our balcony with forlorn eyes, envying the warmth within, then reluctantly wandering off into the Spanish night. Our hearts began to melt, and she was invited in to spend a few hours with us during the day..which became all day…which became a night. Then, resolute, we re-introduced her to the night that had conceived her, and we, full of shame slept fitfully. The next morning, undeterred, there she was. We were forgiven, we were beguiled, and in she came again.

So, if we were to keep this child, she needs a name…we thought of a few…Chloe, after the sad-eyed character in “24”, “Baby” as Miki insists on calling her, making things extremely difficult for me, as I am banned from calling any living creature “baby” apart from Miki, upon pain of death.  Predictably, I chose Foxy Lady, not just because of Hendrix , but because she´s a lady, and looks like…er… a fox. But well, its a bit of a mouthful.  Of course, while all this is going on, we are in anguish wondering if we can cope with an extended family given our lifestyle. But well, the nature of this child probably makes her ideal for us. She wandered into our lives, and looks set to wander with us. So we will call her..

Gypsy.

Kev and Miki

P.S. We´ll post a picture of the baby soon (if the adoption goes through)

January 9, 2008 Posted by | events, family, friends, fun, humor, life, love, men, Parents and Children, random, women | , , , , | 11 Comments