In addition to a sizable population of pet and feral cats, Smiling Hill also has a pack of mangy dogs roaming around. They seemingly only come out at night and live just a few yards from my front door, scrounging through the trash pits for food and running from any human that approaches.
Saturday night, one of the dogs was apparently hit my a vehicle, waking us up in the middle of the night with terrible screams and moans. I went out to see what was happening and the dog was in the middle of the road, unable to stand as its hind end seemed to be damaged. There was nothing I could do at that late hour and I wasn’t going to approach a wild, injured dog anyway. So I suffered through regular bursts of pain coming from outside my bedroom window throughout the night.
In the morning, the howling stopped and it wasn’t until two days later that I learned why.
Our management had some of the locals who live in Smiling Hill take the dog away. Except they didn’t take it too far, just to the top of the hill, where they …. wait for it….
Had a barbeque. Outside. With friends.
That should make your day.
We had just run an article in the newsletter about the practice of eating dog meat in some parts of Indonesia. Weird coincidence.