Not forgetting the hand ...

That feeds you, is the best way to describe the
topic of this blog article. In the picture is a
dog that hangs around Bob 'the Romanian
guy's' building/house. When Bob went back to
visit Romania for 4 months, the dog was basically
left to fend for herself. That's life out here in the
bush and it may not be exactly survival of the fittest,
but being fit helps, a lot.

So, I would go by there daily and give the dog what
is called fat cakes. Fat cakes are made by making
balls of dough and putting them in boiling oil. They
aren't bad at all but because there isn't any stores here
that sell dog food (seeing as we are 70 kilometers out
in the bush, may be the reason), fat cakes was about the
only option.

The dog really went down to skin and bones, she had
5 puppies at the time and she would eat one fat cake,
then take the other with her and bury it for later.

So fast forward a few months and the dog is being fed
and is healthy and doing well.

Every time I am walking towards Bob's place the dog
just comes running at me and is almost crying.

I don't give her much food now as she is ok but every time
as she approaches I just think of the old saying ... the one
about not forgetting the hand that feeds you.