What to do with the dog?
Sandy, our beloved mutt with the face of a fruit bat, will not be able to accompany us to our new home in Papua. We acquired her after the unfortunate demise of our first dog, Sydney, who was accidentally given away to be eaten for Christmas dinner. No joke!
For eight years she has guarded our home well - sometimes, a little too well. She's a barking fool, as my neighbors can attest, and as she gets older and grumpier the barking has gotten worse.
|Carter and Grace with little Sandy, 2003|
Unfortunately, because of her incessant barking, she scares the hooey out of most Indonesians. I feel badly about that, and we try to put her up when we know people are coming over.
So no one really wants her, and I would be hesitant to give her away, actually, knowing how she can be with strangers. I don't want her biting anyone. There is also the very real possibility that if I give her to someone, they would eat her. And one of our dogs getting eaten is enough. If there were a humane society or animal shelter here, I would probably take her there, but alas, no such option exists.
So, sadly, we will probably have her put down. Our friend, Tim, has offered to do this after we leave. As he said, "Hey, that's what friends are for - we kill each other's pets."
Another sad goodbye. Poor Sandy. She's been a good dog, even if she has driven me half-nuts with her barking.