Dog Days

Finger Update: I'm too addicted to the computer to stop typing, so I'm sucking it up and dealing with it.

My husband, my dog, a couple of random strangers, and I spent the day tramping around in the jungle trying to catch a feral dog. There is a huge wild dog population on our island, and this particular puppy was "rescued," adopted by a family, and then escaped. Unfortunately, because she was "rescued" as a puppy, Mia didn't learn hunting skills needed to live in the wild on her own, so now she is dependant on humans to survive. She is happily living on a tropical beach, where she is fed twice a day by humans, sleeps in the sun, plays in the sand, and doesn't have to be confined by her pesky owners. BUT her owners are getting fed up with driving to the beach to feed her everyday, so a "rescue" mission was organized.

Mia (pronounced Maya)

We volunteer with an animal rescue group and we fostered Mia for a little while, so we helped try to catch her yesterday. She does not want to be caught. She was quite happy to take steak out of our hands, but she wouldn't let us touch her. She was quite happy to play with our dog...as long as the humans didn't get close. But after she ate our steak and finished playing, she disappeared into the jungle again. I wasn't about to crawl on hands and knees through impassible undergrowth where all the creatures I mentioned a few days ago live to catch her, so we're going to have to go back for round two. Hopefully we will catch her before anything happens to her. I have lots of rants about the problems associated with trying to "rescue" wild dogs, but I'll save those for another day.

Score:
Humans 0
Mia 2