I was on my normal trot this morning, and I heard several "pop! pop! pop!"-s. Around this time of year - and once again in the fall - police and others shoot stray dogs. Although not a huge lover of Kosovar strays (some are a bit aggressive), this practice is something that I'd rather keep out of sight and out of mind. Well, this a.m., that wasn't much of an option...
About 20 or so gents were standing out in the street of a predominately Serb village on my usual route. I greeted with a badly accented "Dobrojutro!" and continued. As I went a little further, I saw 8 or 10 gents wearing camou and carrying shotguns. I couldn't help but think of how frightening this would be for most of the people with whom I interact - being alone in a village of another ethnic group with gents in camou with shotguns. But times are a-changin'. As I got even further, I saw about 15 dead dogs (and one dying dog - shudder) in the back of a wagon. I stared, tried not to step in too much blood, and turned up my music.
What a way to start the day.
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