What are the pets you have and do you care to tell the long story of each name?
Dogs, adopted from the street.
The first one was Müsli. My wife is a teacher in the local uni. One day when she went into her room somthing was moving on the floor, near some of the student's bags. First they thought it was a rat, but it was actually a puppy. Her belly was all bulged due to parasytes and looked starved. My wife took her to her parent's house and she lives there currntly. We pay for the bills and care for her, though (bathing, vet, etc)
We named her Müsli because she is a mix of who knows how many races.
Next came Wombat. My wife saw her roaming a house under construction. She was in really bad shape at the moment, skinny to the bone, could not walk straight and kept falling to the side. We feared she had been hit by a car or distemper.
She survived and is in good physical shape now. She still carries both hind legs together sometimes and kind of looses balance... but does not fall anymore and is really strong because I take her jogging as often as possible.
When we found her she dragged both hind legs and kept her back crouched. That and her long sount and ears made her look like a wallaby, but that was too long for a name so we switched to Wombat.
The last one is Schubert. One day the vet called us. He had a cocker spaniel who needed a home. He was 5-7 years old and really fat. (when the vet got him he was infected with fleas, but was clean now)
We decided to adopt him also (got him neutered). Everything went Ok for a couple of months, but eventually they started growling and bearing teeth at each other. One day Wombat attacked Schubert and hurt him really bad (deep wounds in 4 places). Since Schubert is so short and fat, he cannot defend himself.
Schubert had to stay in the vet for a week to heal. Then we took him back home. A week later my wife called me to tell me the maid told her that the dogs had fought again and there was blood.
I hurried back home. Got Wombat inside the house and Schubert in the garden to review the wounds. Wombat got mad as hell and crashed the door open and attacked again. I tried to split them (pulling Wombat from the hid legs) but she would not release him. I tried twisting het to make he loose her balance, but she kept biting him (in the face and then the neck).
I just couldn't stand there looking at my dog getting killed so I (maybe stupidly) grabbed Wombat's jaw to pry it open. At that point, Schubert bit my wrist (he couldn't distinguish what part belonged to whom). Although he's small, the sight of a dog biting you with all it's strenght while you can do nothing about it is kind of shocking. Anyway, after what seemed a long time, I was able to release him... but she attacked again. Fortunatelly my wife arrived by this time. I tackled wombat and held her head to the ground while my wife called Schubert into the house and locked the door.
I got a very badly bruised wrist (still hurts after abour a month), some bloody fingertips (from W's teeth, I guess) and scratches and hits all over.
Schubert's been at the vet's since then and we are looking for a new home for him. We fear he will get killed the next time, or much worse, our son might get caught in the middle of a fight.
Being forced to get rid of a pet is terrble. Very different from a pet dying. Hard to explain. He is just a very sweet dog who wants to give and receive love.
What is it that draws to specifically to Germany and have you traveled to many other countries?
I work for a German company. I have to deal with German providers for the projects I manage.
I've not been to many countries.
The US (several times), Canada (3 times), the Netherlands, Aruba, St. Lucia, St. Maarten (that's actually Netherlands and France), St. Thomas (that's the US actually) and Puerto Rico.
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