Amie holding one of 8 puppies from the first litter. Still quite enjoying the fact that puppies were around.


Mother # 1 with her 8 little nipple biters back in November


Wobbly Shoulder. The piece of meat dangling below his shoulder is shown for
your viewing pleasure on the right.


Steve soaking the puppy named Little Spike. Just a test to see if one could
be rid of mites, fleas, dirt, and disease.


The pail says it all


Mother# 2 with her litter of 8 puppies – the second batch.

Our first story is about the dog that came to be known
as Wobbly Shoulder. When we first got here in September he had just
escaped over the fence and got hit by a car. This didn’t stop him
much. He could still limp over the fence with 3 legs and even on top
of the parked car. For this reason, he had to be tied up in the back
outside our window. Little did we know that he would be there for
4 months more without any intervention from vet or (preferably) gun.
This was about the time the whimpering started – all night to keep
us up and angry. This wasn’t the worst part though. For the last 4
months, Wobbly’s leg has been rotting and in his weaker moments, chewed
for sustenance. In order to keep it clean he has been licking the
infection. This has resulted in the loss of meat, fur, skin and bone.
We are waiting to see if he eats the whole thing before we leave.
Unfortunately, as of yet, nothing has been done to remedy his situation
except for a new, thicker chain to keep him tied up.

-steve-

 

Warning:
graphic picture above (click black box to view)

I’ve always been a dog lover – their cute little fluffy
bodies perfect for cuddling, their innate intelligence that allows
them to learn tricks and of course, their friendly demeaner that has
given them the reputation of being man’s best friend.

That is until I set foot in Suriname.

Have I mentioned the four dogs we live with at our host
family’s house? These four dogs produce enough manure to fertilize
a large garden. Every evening our host has to spend a significant
amount of time out in the yard cleaning up after them.

They’re also really loud. These dogs are bred as protective
devices and bark at anything (lizard, fly, street-dog, car, person,
you name it), at all hours of day and night. There have been several
sleepless nights because our four dogs rile up all the neighbourhood
dogs for hours.

As if four dogs weren’t enough, our backyard soon became
home to 8 puppies when one of the four dogs had her babies. 12 dogs
in one backyard is a little overwhelming. The puppies were cute, albeit
loud, dirty and smelly! We were thankful for that mid-November day
when they got carted off to new owners. I even got my reading refuge
on the veranda back again!

We were enjoying the relative peace and quiet of four
dogs again when last week we noticed that another of our female dogs
looked kind of big and hadn’t been running to greet us at the door.
That could only mean one thing! More PUPPIES!!! 8 more to be exact.
So in our last month in Suriname we’re back to square one…12 dogs
in the backyard, lots of noise, and lots of dog poop!

Yes ladies and gentlemen. I hate to do this. But I now
agree – cats are the superior being.

-amie