Fuck Romania(n Street Dogs)

December 29, 2012

January 2012- I adopt a dog from a shelter in Hungary.

August 2012- I decide to move to Romania to continue my studies.

October 2012- I arrive in Romania and notice an exceptional amount of street dogs but see my dog handles them well.

November 2012- Street dog attacks my dog and bites my shoe. No damage done.

December 2012- Freakiest night of my life. 2 streets dogs fighting each other and running up and down the street. They notice my dog and I and come heading towards us. I attempt to keep myself composed and simply walk away with my dog. We are followed for the next ten minutes back home by 2 angry dogs that seem ready to leap at us at any point. It’s 3am, no one is outside, if they decide to attack- we’re fucked.

Fact- every day Romanian ER’s receive victims of street dog attacks. Many severely injured.

Fact- there are not enough shelters in Romania to accomodate all the street dogs and not enough resources to neuter them all.

Fact- Romanians buy pure bred dogs, I haven’t seen anyone walk a mutt since arriving here.

Solution- Ban breeding and selling of pure breds and encourage adoption of street dogs.

Solution 2- Either find the resources to take them off the streets or kill them. I am not one to advocate killing animals but a red line has been crossed here long ago and enough is enough.

Ending- One hour later and I’m still shaken up. Won’t be taking my dog out anytime soon. 

Ending 2- Fuck Romania for being a member of the EU but still behaving like the worst of the 3rd world.

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My Experience With a Border Jack

July 21, 2012

In favor of those of you with/thinking-of-getting a Border Jack dog, I’ve decided to give you a few pointers and share my experience. So, here goes…

6 months ago, after a chain of failed ‘relationships’ I woke up one morning and decided to get a puppy. The next day I was en route to the shelter. After examining several cages with puppies of all shapes and sizes, when opening the cages the puppies ran back in fear, however, one of them darted forward and 5 minutes later, that puppy was to be named Osher (“Joy”) and was curled up in my arms waiting for a taxi, since the smallest leash I had brought with me was twice her size.

First thing I did was take her straight to the vet. She of course threw up all over me on the ride over and the vet proclaimed she had gas and that all was good. So, there we were on the 3 hour train ride home. Turned out it was worms. Lots of them. Long worms. And the dog was mellow during our first 2 weeks together.

The Worms Period

Once we skipped over that hurdle, it became abundantly clear that this dog was not mellow by nature. In fact, on a scale of 1-10 (taking into consideration this is a puppy we’re talking about and puppies are playful by their very nature), 10 being hyperactive even if you give it a tranquilizer, Osher was at least a 10.1 (the part about the tranquilizer later proved to be spot on). This evoked relentless internet-searches trying to find out what breed this off-the-wall puppy was.

The Forever Hyperactive Period

A conclusion was finally reached. This was  a Border-Jack: half Border Collie, half Jack Russel.

The Ups: intelligent, quick learner, fun, playful

The Downs: anxious, a bit neurotic, stubborn (making the ‘quick learner’ sometimes seem completely pointless), playful (not always in the nice cute way), mean (when she wants to be)

The Undecided: doesn’t play with many dogs or humans- only with some, fearful of/vicious to the rest.

Last thing worth noting- the Border Jack mixed breed is no mistake. They are bred purposefully for a game called “Flyball“. If you have any doubt about this, these dogs jump so high and run so fast, your first 2 months with them will prove this to you. I promise.

You can check out Osher’s flyball training here!

So, should you get one?

I did 🙂

Osher


What I learned in Med School

May 18, 2012

You may find it presumptuous of me to be writing this while I still have (at the very least) 3 more years ahead of me.

However, seeing as this may in fact be my last month in med school, since at the end of June I may be thrown out (either for being too stupid or too smart- you know me, you decide), it’s a now-or-never kind of thing.

So, Now.

  • Studying 12 hours a day will teach you more about the complexion of your hair than it will about complexes in the body
  • Histology slides can make you cry
  • Relying on my dog’s urine and stool output as a tell-all of its health isn’t that reliable
  • Self doubt goes a long way. Sometimes, way too long
  • If it ever came down to it, I’d know what to do in an emergency only because of Grey’s Anatomy
  • Seeing dead chicks in my dog’s mouth didn’t feel the same as when I saw them in Microbiology lab
  • And finally, the number one lesson I learned: there are nice neighbors and less-nice neighbors. You can tell them apart because the nice ones will feed your dog.

And on that note,


New-Age Feminism as Modeled by Dog

December 26, 2010

This is Puszika.

She’s a Hungarian Mutt.

She understands all the doggy commands in English, Hungarian, Norwegian, Hebrew and Arabic.

She’s talented as can be seen Here.

She’s blind.

And she’s black.

For all these reasons, I find her the best possible representative for new-age feminism:

  • speaks many languages of the women of the world
  • is a mutt of women needs from all over the globe
  • sometimes its black (though usually not Hungarian!)
  • and most importantly- it’s blind. can’t see a thing. can’t help itself but put on a T-shirt with an old-school slogan and sit in it waiting for something to happen.