In the summer, I live in an undeveloped part of South West Turkey. We deliberately chose to head 15 kms inland to the edge of a forest to escape the crowds and, 20 years later, we are lucky to still have plenty of open spaces and no near neighbours. An ideal place for walking a dog and letting him run around. You may wonder why I have a picture of Jake on his lead. A few days ago, I heard that Zeytin, a dog belonging to a friend, was fighting for her life because she'd picked up some rat poison while being walked in a public forest near Marmaris. The awful thing about this poison is that by the time the dog shows any symptoms, massive internal damage is inevitable. After days on a drip and lots of injections, Zeytin is thankfully rallying, but this news is a wake-up call. Not everyone appreciates the forest: in the past week two trailer loads of rubbish have been dumped not 200 meters from our garden gate. The most annoying aspect of this is the fact that this wasn't just a black bag, a plastic bottle, a coke can or picnic debris that was dumped, it was trash that was actually loaded on to a trailer or the back of a pick-up truck and, instead of bringing it to the forest, the perpetrator could have driven to the official rubbish dump just as easily. I'm not sure what we can do to stop this happening again as it's unlikely to be anyone living locally. We just have to hope we catch the guilty party in action and call the jandarma.
With such thoughtless idiots around, who knows what is being thrown into the undergrowth. I will certainly not be letting Jake out of my sight on our walks and keeping my fingers and toes crossed for Zeytin's recovery.