Thursday, June 14, 2007
My new friend
I've got a new housemate!
Who'd have thought? The animal-hater now has a puppy. Ok 'hater' is a bit strong, but I'm hardly Doctor Doolittle.
This little mite was found by the kids on the compound, it had staggered through the back gate and was not in good shape. It was just a bag of bones which could barely stand it was so weak. They looked after it in the way only children could: wrapped it in a towel and put a bracelet round its neck. Well it is only 40 sweaty degrees here...
They eventually took it to one of the parents - Everton's wife Alex, who gave it some food and water and took it to the animal shelter...or she would have done if it hadn't closed down a few weeks ago. Now there are no animal shelters in the whole of Qatar.
So...what to do, what to do? It's only 6 weeks old, the only way of getting rid of it is to put it down, and you can't kill something with that little face. So although neither of us wanted a puppy, a puppy is what we've got.
We've officially named her Stanley, after the boxed wine we drink too much of here. Don't ask me why we've all taken to drinking boxed wine here. I'm sure I wasn't that much of a pikey in England. It was my mate Ruth who used to try to pay for things with string.
I wanted to call her Killer. I woke myself up the other day laughing. I'd been dreaming of a man calling for his dog 'Killer! Here Killer!' and round the corner comes boney old bambi-legs herself, struggling to stand.
So Stanley is now shared between a crazy house of 3 children, a cat...and the quieter house over the road. She's got the best of both worlds...even if she does have a boys name.
Who'd have thought? The animal-hater now has a puppy. Ok 'hater' is a bit strong, but I'm hardly Doctor Doolittle.
This little mite was found by the kids on the compound, it had staggered through the back gate and was not in good shape. It was just a bag of bones which could barely stand it was so weak. They looked after it in the way only children could: wrapped it in a towel and put a bracelet round its neck. Well it is only 40 sweaty degrees here...
They eventually took it to one of the parents - Everton's wife Alex, who gave it some food and water and took it to the animal shelter...or she would have done if it hadn't closed down a few weeks ago. Now there are no animal shelters in the whole of Qatar.
So...what to do, what to do? It's only 6 weeks old, the only way of getting rid of it is to put it down, and you can't kill something with that little face. So although neither of us wanted a puppy, a puppy is what we've got.
We've officially named her Stanley, after the boxed wine we drink too much of here. Don't ask me why we've all taken to drinking boxed wine here. I'm sure I wasn't that much of a pikey in England. It was my mate Ruth who used to try to pay for things with string.
I wanted to call her Killer. I woke myself up the other day laughing. I'd been dreaming of a man calling for his dog 'Killer! Here Killer!' and round the corner comes boney old bambi-legs herself, struggling to stand.
So Stanley is now shared between a crazy house of 3 children, a cat...and the quieter house over the road. She's got the best of both worlds...even if she does have a boys name.
