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Pawshank or Pupillon?

We are attempting a new regime for Pod and Rosa.  Not really through choice, but due to a traumatic event a couple of weeks ago.

Rosa and Pod on look-out duty
Rosa and Pod on look-out duty

Rosa and Pod have been more or less free to roam since they came to adopt us.  We’ve fitted a tracker to Pod (Rosa wasn’t keen!) and we can see where he travels most of the time.  Some days they would disappear for hours at a time – and they have occasionally stayed out all night.  We believe that they enjoy this freedom as well as enjoying going out with us.  We also recognise that there are risks attached to letting them roam.  Unfortunately for Rosa one of those risks hit hard a couple of weeks ago.

Rosa and Pod returned as usual after a couple of hours exploring.  They hungrily ate their food and settled down for a sleep.  Suddenly, Rosa got up and Mark did too as he realised there was something wrong with her.  We had heard of a dog in the valley who had ingested poison (from an unknown source) and had sadly died – Mark immediately guessed that this had happened to Rosa.  She was sick and then started having dreadful spasms.  We phoned the vet, bundled Pod into the car and I strapped myself in to the back of the car and held Rosa in my arms as Mark flew down the motorway to Turre.  Neither of us thought she would make it that far.  She had convulsion after convulsion in the car and I thought I would be taking a dead dog through the door of the vets.

We could tell that Ellen, the vet, was not very hopeful – but she acted so swiftly that Rosa did survive.   Pod was fine – Ellen checked him over and gave him the all-clear.  Ellen took Rosa home with her that night and we picked her up the next day to discover that she had rallied remarkably well.  She had a course of Vitamin K and we walked her on the lead for a week to prevent her injuring herself (we had to watch for bleeding or any risk of it).  She was soon back to full health and (of course) very keen to resume her roaming life.

We decided to build an enclosure for them and only let them out when we could go out with them.

Jonny (my daughter Anna’s boyfriend) came out to help Mark to create the dog euro (geddit?) and the two of them worked incredibly hard to build a safe outside garden area that could be accessed from the terrace and the back of the house.

It sort of works…

We haven’t yet made it escape proof – Pod has found his way out a few times – but it’s a start.

We now take them out for a walk morning and evening well away from any kind of habitation , and well away from the hunting grounds where we suspect the poison was (illegally) laid.  They don’t always come back home with us, so it’s not the perfect solution, but it’s the best compromise we can come up with.

So, suggestions for names for their new compound most welcome:

So far, Pawshank and Pupillon are the front runners.

The new enclosure
The new enclosure

Water water everywhere

Pod taking a dip in the Rambla
Pod taking a dip in the Rambla

We live in a very dry part of the world.  We are right next door to the only desert in Europe.  We are on the mains here for water, but you wouldn’t know it most of the time.  On the rare occasions when we do get water via the mains, the pressure isn’t enough to get up to the tanks at the back of the house, so we have to pump it up from a small tank at the front.

For a while we had the “bucket of hope”  (see the blog post Mark’s philosophy) positioned under a stand pipe, but now we have got used to ordering a tanker when the supplies get low.

Sometimes the water pressure gets turned up – and then we get lots of lovely water, but it’s difficult to predict when this will happen.  Sometimes, if the pressure is turned up too high, there are leaks in the pipe – and then the water supply will stop altogether.

We did discover why we were unlikely to get any water after one particular leak.  Although someone had been out to “fix” it, the solution wasn’t likely to allow much water through to us.

The leak is fixed.
The leak is fixed.

The fix was simply to bend the pipe over and tie it up with some string…



This is Pod (short for Podenko).  He was contemplating climbing in when I took this photo.

I think he’s likely to be a new member of the pack.  We’ve given him some food and he’s looking a bit perkier now.

He’s quite nervous, but hunger or curiosity (or both) brings him to take a peek at us through the bedroom window:

Rosa has accepted him – albeit a little reluctantly – as a new member of the pack.

We went for a walk together – Rosa, Pod and “River” (the gentleman caller from across the valley) – and they all got along quite well.

I thought Pod had caught a rabbit earlier today, but it turned out that he’d picked up a koala bear toy that Rosa had been playing with.