Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2012

Doggy Dog World

Before anyone tries to correct me, I know that the phrase is supposed to be “dog eat dog world”. When I was young, like many people, I actually thought that the phrase was “doggy dog world” and could never understand it. And even though I know that it’s just a commonly misspoken or misheard phrase, I think “doggy dog world” could apply to Moldova. 

Stray dogs are in abundance here. During my walk to school, I will see at least a dozen stray dogs around, more when the weather was warmer. You can see in their face that with each person that passes them, they have a mixed feeling of hope for food and fear of being kicked or swatted at. Some may bark at you as a defense mechanism, but it is easy to see they are still more scared of you.

Pet dogs are a little better; however, they are viewed very differently than dogs in America. Most pet dogs have one of two proposes: guards or doorbells. The dogs are kept outside, often chain very close to the front gate, which can help scare off intruders. They might also bark like crazy when a guest arrives, serving as a warning for the owners. I have seen/heard of very few accounts of dogs that are kept as companions.

As I mentioned earlier, dogs are one the two main greatest dangers for a Moldovan volunteer. When we were being told this, the PC was referring to the stray dogs. But in my experience, I haven’t been scared of any strays yet. In fact, the strays are usually quite friendly or very scared. There have only been two times that dogs really scared me, and both times, the dogs had owners. The pet dogs tend to be more aggressive toward strangers than the strays.

My host family has two dogs: Constanța and Charlie. Constanța is small and black, and full of energy. She is chained near the front gate, and she barks excessively whenever someone enters the yard. Charlie is also small, but has blonde shaggy hair. He is chained at the back of the driveway, and he is very quiet. Both are very sweet dogs, and neither one shows aggression towards me. Although Constanța barks whenever I come home, it is out of excitement.





As someone who grew up with dogs as companions and has a general care for animals, seeing the dogs in Moldova is often a very heartbreaking thing for me. Even though I’m almost nine months into my service, it is something I’m still not used to. And although I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, I am glad that my host dogs are at least sweet and seem to be treated better than others I’ve seen. When I get back to the States, I will need some serious canine love from my family dogs.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Top 10 Ways To Deal With My Frustrations in Moldova

10. Snickers: Chocolate has the magical power to make you feel better. Plus, this is chocolate I recognize. Snickers here is the same as in The States. However, resorting to this method frequently can cause a stomachache. Not to mention that I don’t want the world to know the size of my frustrations based on the size of my hips. Therefore, I try not resort to this method as frequently.

9. Listen to Veggie Tales Christmas Album: Okay, I have to admit that this one is only on the list because I’m listening to it while I’m typing this. But it doesn’t change the fact that listening to this CD brought a smile to my face, and I instantly felt better. If you have heard this CD, you know what I’m talking about. So although this might be a seasonal solution, based on my experience, it is highly effective.

8. Dance party in my room: Sometimes, I just need to dance.

7. Talking with my students: I love hearing the students try to speak English. It always turns out to be some kind of Romanglish, but I can usually figure out what they mean. And it sure sounds funny. Plus, they always make me laugh.

6. Walks: A couple weeks ago, I started talking walks in the afternoon, and I have really come to enjoy them. I get to just relax and take in all that is Moldova. I try to walk a different way every day, so I get to see a part of Cruileni I haven’t seen before. It is really pleasant. Although sometimes I encounter other frustrations here, like the lovely smell of burning trash or being chased by stray dogs. But it’s only momentary.

5. Meeting new people: It helps remind me why I’m here. Plus, it can also be a little self-esteem boast. Moldovans often thank me for being here or compliment my initiative. Plus, who wouldn’t want to meet all sorts of people from a foreign land?

4. Spending time with my host family: Whether it’s talking to my host mom about my day at school or learning Russian with Roman over a shot (okay, several shots) of cognac, my host family never fails to put me in a better mood.

3. Coka Cola Light: I have to admit that I am dealing with my stress by drinking my weight in Coka Cola Light almost every day. But considering the fact that I am in the country that has the highest consumption of alcohol per capita, I think this little addiction I have developed for caffeine is an okay problem compared to what it could be.

2. Puppies: My host family’s dog had puppies several weeks ago. They are now big enough to come out and play. They are so little, and I love how they run up to me when I’m coming. The doghouse is right by the gate, so I pass them when I come home and when I’m leaving. I have learned that I have to leave an extra 5 minutes early to account for stopping to play with the puppies before I leave the house. Just look at them. How could this not melt all your problems away?






1. Laughter: This is my main coping mechanism. I just laugh. I don’t what’s going, so I laugh. My partner teacher doesn’t like any of my ideas, so I laugh. It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella and a 15-minute walk home. How about I laugh? I think I may come off as mad, but sometimes I have to laugh to avoid crying. It is my crutch.

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Unmentionables

Okay, I’m going to lay it out for you…the bathroom situation. I’ll try to keep it pleasant (as it can possibly be). Before I left for Moldova, I was warned that I was more likely to have internet than plumbing, which is mostly true. It’s a good thing I was warned, because I think it prepared me for my situation.

The good news: my house has an indoor shower, a bathroom sink, and a kitchen sink. The indoor shower was the best discovery. I can pretty much shower every day, if I chose to, which I don’t. I have been told that our living situations now are a lot nicer than where we will end up eventually, so I’m trying to prepare myself (get my body use to less showers). Plus my family does not shower everyday, and I am trying to integrate. So right now, I just shower every other day. I’ve heard stories from current volunteers of not being about to shower for 12 days. I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet!

The reason I was grateful for the warning: At my house, I have a viceo (outhouse). Basically, my bathroom is a permanent porta potty located about 100 feet from the house. There is a giant hole in the ground, and a concrete toilet built around it, with four brick walls with a door and a roof. I am luck to have electricity run out there, so I can see at night (some don’t have light and need a flashlight or headlight to see when they go at night).

With the electricity out there, I thought I might have one of the better bathroom situations compared to the other PCTs. But as it turns out, I am one of few with outdoor toilets; most have indoors. Oh well, it will make it easier for me to get use to whatever form of toilet I have in 3 months. Some places only have a hole in the ground. I guess I’ll get a workout for my legs.

Something new, the TP does not go in the toilet. There is a separate bucket or trashcan for used TP. This is true for all bathroom, especially indoors toilets because the plumbing system can’t break down the TP. It was weird at first, but you do it everywhere, so it does not take long to get used to.

One thing I’m not sure I’ll get used to is the smell. I won’t describe that part…I think you can guess. Just think porta potty times 100. And home to many flies. I tried to count them once, but there were too many. Even though I don’t think I’ll get used to it, the smell is a little dulled now. I don’t have to hold my breath the whole time I’m in there now. However, I’m not looking forward to being sick (even more so than normal)!

Side Note: This morning, I noticed Chupa (the family dog) munching away on something. Check out the picture and guess…



Chicken feet!