This is Snoopy.
She lives on my friend's family compound. I doubt she's 3 years old. In the 2 years I've been here, she's had 2 litters of puppies. None of the second litter lived because the family couldn't afford a vet when they got sick. My friend and I found an expat in Gabs that agreed to pay for Snoopy to get fixed if we could get her to Gabs, and the host family agreed; they have enough dogs.
We tried to make her fancy and clean, but the bath kind of terrified her. She had also never been on a leash, and she wasn't a fan.
So we carried her across the village, cementing the crazy white people status we already had.
After the first pick up truck ride she hid in a thorn bush, hoping we wouldn't try to pick her up again.
By the second pick up truck ride we realized that bribing her to walk earlier with cheese puffs was a bad idea, because she got car sick. Truck sick?
She still liked us at the end, but was a little leery of getting locked in a room again, so doorways were her favorite spot.
She got a nice cushy ride home after the fact though, AND a new bed, and a much better life.
As a group we've adopting and rescued a good handful of dogs during our service. It's kind of like the starfish story; we know we won't save all the dogs, or fix all of the dogs, here in Botswana or even our villages. So why bother?
Because it makes lifetime of a difference to the ones we can help :)
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