Now the countryside in Greece may look beautiful but when faced with being dumped kilometers from anywhere, no food on a cold (yes it does get cold in February) late February morning its not good!
I ran and ran after Mr Greek's pickup truck but he was too fast for me. I barked out and called him, but he did not hear me. I ran so fast and for so long I collapsed on the road side, worn out.
After a few hours I realised I was all alone for the first time in my life; what had I done to them...why did me dump me? Thinking it through now I am sure it was just because the shooting season was over and he did not want to have to keep me in food and lodgings until the next season started. I never eat much and I used to look after him and his family in repayment the best I could; but you see in Greece us dogs are cheap and obviously very dispensable! Many of my friends have to live off the streets but they never remain around for long, I don't recall anyone of them being much older than three years of age.
So was that to be my future........or lack of it ?
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