On Wednesday i was driving home with Hadar, and outside the village i spotted a little dog that looked a little like a Pug. It had a collar and ran free in an empty place. We thought that it may be lost or abandoned and stopped and ran to look at it. It was female, very cute, trembling of fear or cold (or both). Hadar called a veterenarian she knows and she agreed to check the dog, despite the late hour.
Luckily the dog was tagged with an ID chip and the veterenarian gave us the phone numbers for the county’s pet authorities and also a pack of dog food. All for free – so nice of her. I called her Dr. Aybolit, which is the Russian version of Dr. Doolittle.
We kept her at our place overnight. She was very nervous, but went calm when we would stroke her. Our cats loved her … locked in a separate room.
In the morning Hadar made some phonecalls and found that the owner lives in Nes Harim, which seems to be close to our village when you look at the map, but only if you run through hills and woods (accordingly, our village is called Givat-Yearim, which means Hill of Woods). If one goes through the paved mountainous roads it will be at least half an hour in a car. The dog, however – her name was Clara – may have indeed ran through woods. Which is an adventure. But little Clara is a Very Small Animal, much like Piglet and not a Lassie.
Clara’s owners sent their friend to pick her up. A few hours later they called and said that it is not their dog. Luckily they are good people and veterenarians themselves, so they keep her and ran a few checks. There was some mistake with the number. Different directories list her number as belonging to different owners. At one of them she is listed as a male.
So in the meantime she is waiting for her real owners. Maybe we’ll take her eventually. To be continued.
Twenty years ago in a small town in Ukraine there was a big nuclear explosion.
In 1986 i lived in Moscow. A few months before the explosion i was with my family in Ukraine, in a town called Ostior (i hope it’s the right spelling), which is quite close to Chernobyl. When my parents heard about the explosion, they were rather panicky – they know a couple of things about physics and my father worked in power plants (non-nuclear) all his life. (He also served in Chernobyl as a soldier of the Soviet Army.)
I was only 6 years old, but i liked listening to the news, even though it was 60% about the imperialist armament race (гонка вооружений) and 40% about the great crops of wheat and cotton (перевыполненый план по сборке урожая, и т.д.). A few days later when people started talking openly about the terrible consequences i started connecting things and told my mom:
— “Mama, now the Americans must be really laughing at the USSR – our Soviet government is fighting against nuclear weapons all the time and now we have done a bad nuclear explosion ourselves, didn’t we? Did i get it right?”
— “Yes, dear …”
— “If you’re looking for a doctor for your baby, it’s important to go to someone normal. These doctors have … inclinations … For example – if your child is one millimeter over the standard line for his age, they tell you to stop giving him any food. Don’t listen to them. Ever. And it’s very important that you tell your wife not to listen to her mother. And you don’t listen to your mother either.”
This is old, but i just love getting back at it. I almost choked laughing:
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I didn’t mention Arabs in that entry about NU-NRP for a few reasons, the main of which is that that Arabs are not the problem.
I’ll write more about it one day.