An appropriate song for my next blog as I ramble on about the state of the Phong Nha pooch population.
There are lots of dogs in Phong Nha and most of them are allowed to roam about as they like, getting in to all sorts of mischief – from rolling in cow pats, killing chickens and barking a lot.
Recently a few of the favourite dogs have died which has been terribly sad. It seems that there has been a distemper type of virus that some of the weaker or younger dogs didn’t survive.
The one dog that I could live without in Phong Nha did survive and on my way in to town recently it jumped in to the road and ran alongside my bicycle. He normally barks at me but this time he didn’t and went straight for my foot, holding the heel of my trainer in his mouth while I tried to cycle. He was growling and so I screamed and tried to kick him away but then he barked and snapped at me. It was in the middle of the day so eventually he relented and went off to bully a nearby dog. On the way home later, it was dark, and so I was looking out for him as I rode past where he lives but I did not see him. Instead I have seen other dogs nearer home running up to my bicycle and chasing me home, the naughty canines. The dogs here are certainly good guard dogs, except for the ones you sometimes see ‘stuck together’.