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Hey Tam, you better start thinking of getting a job on a farm when you get back to The UK, it would be so difficult to find a dog carer, otherwise, when you go out to work.
My family had/have dairy farms in Ayrshire, they all had dogs and many feral cats, but none were officially allowed inside the farm house, they were well fed and cared for with food bowls outside the back door, but spent their time mainly in the the yard or in the barns. The cats helped keep down the mice and rats in the hayloft.
My maternal Grand parents when they were alive lived in a council bungalow in Dunlop, they had a Black & white Sheepdog called "Rover" that had a kennel in the back garden. It occasionally used to sneak its way into the lounge from the open doored kitchen to sit by the open coal fire, I can still hear my grandma shouting at it...."Ben The Hoose", Ben The Hoose" as it reluctantly darted back into the rear kitchen.
There was also a feral cat lived under my grandads back garden shed, it had several litters of kittens every year, and just like my uncles on the farms, with the same problem, using a sack disposed of them, but I wont say how, except to say when I was old enough to drive up there and back to Surrey, I brought a few home and gave them to the local pet shop to find homes for them.
Best wishes, lovin your travels thus far as usual, just wish you would have a chat & a coffee in the local tavernas, and source some local lovely whole fish to put on The BBQ.
LES
My family had/have dairy farms in Ayrshire, they all had dogs and many feral cats, but none were officially allowed inside the farm house, they were well fed and cared for with food bowls outside the back door, but spent their time mainly in the the yard or in the barns. The cats helped keep down the mice and rats in the hayloft.
My maternal Grand parents when they were alive lived in a council bungalow in Dunlop, they had a Black & white Sheepdog called "Rover" that had a kennel in the back garden. It occasionally used to sneak its way into the lounge from the open doored kitchen to sit by the open coal fire, I can still hear my grandma shouting at it...."Ben The Hoose", Ben The Hoose" as it reluctantly darted back into the rear kitchen.
There was also a feral cat lived under my grandads back garden shed, it had several litters of kittens every year, and just like my uncles on the farms, with the same problem, using a sack disposed of them, but I wont say how, except to say when I was old enough to drive up there and back to Surrey, I brought a few home and gave them to the local pet shop to find homes for them.
Best wishes, lovin your travels thus far as usual, just wish you would have a chat & a coffee in the local tavernas, and source some local lovely whole fish to put on The BBQ.
LES
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