Rhodesian Ridgebacks to Russia

Dear Zak,

We met someone you’d have liked this afternoon – he loves his Ridgebacks!

Yuri is a Russian geologist who specialises in lithium and his contract has expired so he has to go back home. He has two lovely Ridgeback males that he has fallen in love with and would really like to take them home but didn’t know if it’s possible. We have got in touch with a company that specialises in moving pets around the world and they say that it certainly is but it won’t be cheap. There is also a challenge of finding an airline that will fly from Dubai to Russia because of the war with Ukraine.

The dogs are locally bred (he got them from someone else – not the breeder), brothers and inseparable. Before we came up with the plan to move them back to Russia Yuri said he wanted them adopted as a pair. Yuri comes from the south of Russia near the Caucasus mountains. He said they hunt wolves in the area. When I suggested he crossed one of his dogs with a wolf he replied “None of the locals would like me if I did that”.

When we asked Yuri when he was leaving he replied “I should have already left but I am looking for a solution for my dogs first”. We liked him. A lot.

Love you.

The other side of the fence

Where did you go this afternoon, without me?

I went to talk to the dogs at the SPCA.

What’s that?

The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals – where they keep unwanted dogs and other animals.

You mean there are people out there who don’t like dogs? That’s sad.

Yes, very sad but they are well looked after albeit in a small space. Some have spent all their lives there.

What? You mean they have never run down a farm road and chased cows?

Nope. Nor have they held their head out of the car window and felt their ears flap. Or slept on a big, soft bed with a warm human for company.

Oh. But were they nice?

Yes, mostly they were friendly. There was one lovely, gentle, girl who’d been abandoned in the centre of town.

Hey, bring her home!

I was briefly tempted but two of you is quite enough and I’m sure somebody will fall in love with her (I had to leave before I couldn’t refuse her).

One of many cats of many colours

One of many cats of many colours

I am soft and gentle, won't you take me home?

I am soft and gentle, won’t you take me home?

So gentle and abandoned

So gentle and abandoned

A gentle older boy

A gentle older boy

More nerves than anger

More nerves than anger

Goofy, young and friendly

Goofy, young and friendly

Home is the hunter home from the hill

Back home

Back home

You had me very worried there Little Boy. Running off like that for 3 hours.

Why? I was out having fun. Hunting is in my blood – that’s what I was bred to do.

Yes, that may be but it’s dangerous out there for unwary dogs. Snares, snakes and unscrupulous people. Where are your “partners-in-crime”?

I don’t know. We sort of got separated.

Well, I haven’t seen them around. I hope they are OK. Hopefully all the holes in the fence are fixed, for the time being at least.

Spoil-sport!