Thread: Squatters!

My garden is open, it isn't walled in. This means that soi dogs and assorted strays are free to come and go with the usual mayhem of things chewed, dog-shit on the grass and the contents of plastic bags strewn around.

At every opportunity, I threw stones, or, chased away any dog that had the temerity to come into the garden.

About a year and a half ago, two mutts decided to not only brazenly walk on my garden, but, actually take up residence.

I threw stones at the fuckers and chased them away. In the end, they were coming back at night and sleeping in my sala and would bugger off early in the morning.
Of course, as soon as I went back to work offshore, they would hang around all day until I came back and cured them of the habit with more stones and leg-work.

This went on for about six months. The two dogs were not going to leave.
I also noticed that there was no dog-shit, strewn bags, or chewed up stuff.

An uneasy truce developed. I left them alone, but, if I wanted the sala, they vacated it as soon as they saw me coming.

We don't feed them. They may, once in a blue-moon, get all the out-of-date meat we throw away. They still only let me get within three, or, four metres at the most before they get up and move. I've never petted them.
The black one is particularly nervous of me. The black & white one is pretty laid-back about the arrangement. I think the black one isn't quite as quick as the black & white one, so it probably got hit with chunks of dirt more.

Anyway, next time I get home, I might think about ending the truce and make them welcome. Start feeding them. They are useless guard-dogs as they never bark (which is OK at all other times).

The laid-back one.



The nervous nelly. This is the closest I've ever got (used the zoom).