I have moved out from the animal rescue place but help out every now and then with feeding dogs and picking up lonely puppies.
I need more space
The camp was a cool place but it just got very intense. To live in a place where there is always something to take care of and to have people around me from morning til evening kind of got to me. To be social all the time just exhausts me and I felt my energy being drained. So I decided to move out after two weeks, to live in my own place but still help out a bit every now and then. Below is one of two puppies (the other one is the black one at the featured picture) me and a friend picked up from the street with a hope that a home will be found for them. Living on the street without a mum is just not a good place for a young soul.
Unexpected body parts
The dogs are fed with a mix of rice and lentils flavored with a soup boiled on chicken legs. The legs also serve as food or a treat when trying to become friends with a shy dog on the street. So here I find myself, with an ambition of making as many vegan food choices as possible, using my bare fingers to break the toes of a chickens foot to feed the dogs. Life moves in mysterious ways. I guess sometimes you just have to do it. And I did find the feet easier to handle than the heads.
“Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.”