The week of misfortune

“The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.” ― Mark Twain

So, it's not all sunshine and rainbows in Poland.

Dogs: I have one for companionship on my adventure.

We do everything together, and have done since I quit bullshit reality 4 years ago.

We got kicked out of my Berlin flat because I let him shit on the balcony.

He sleeps on my bed, and forces me to the edge with his disrespectful stretching.

He truely makes me believe in the above quote.

If he can't go somewhere, I consider us both excluded.

You may think I have an unhealthy relationship with my dog. Perhaps I do, but it's the relationship I have, and I enjoy it.

So with the above understanding you could probably imagine the despair I experienced after losing him in a foreign country for 2 hours.

Dogs in Poland are not members of the family. They are utilitarian. Purely used to keep people away; and they're EVERYWHERE. Pretty much every house has some big arsed mental dog on a chain barking at you as you pass.

We managed to encounter one that was not only unchained but also had a pissy little fence it could jump over.

Now, I know people in other countries react diffently. But after this big bull mastiff jumped over a fence and started attacking Roodi I have rarely seen such a reaction. My friend slammed the gate shut on the woman and shouted in her face, what I later found out to be the most obscene provanities. He wasn't taking any shit that she was the one that fucked up here.

I on the other hand had to chase my dog down the same road we had just walked 1 1/2 miles up.

I couldn't find him. I had to go back home to see if he was there and he wasn't. I was distraught. I cannot begin to tell you how I felt.
What if some Polish person found him, and rather than pay the 50p needed for an international phone call, would rather keep him for his daughter or some shit. Chain him up in a yard like the other dogs for the rest of his life? It's like losing a child, but there's a chance they could be tortured for the rest of their lives and there's nothing you can do about it.

Anyway we found him hiding in someone's garage. He wouldn't come out to our calls which were all around him, and thank god my friend spotted him; I take this as a stroke of luck. It's crazy to think it only takes one situation, ever and it all changes. I won't ever allow there to be a second.