I just love calls from home! My magic jack affords me the opportunity to call and be called from the US. Of course, the time difference is significant. Being able to stay in touch with family and friends is so valuable. Lately, I've really missed my critters; Oreo, Cindy, and Horace. They were my little family, and I loved them so much. Unfortunately, I can't call them. They do not know that I miss them. You don't see alot of pets here because so many people live in apartments. Out on the farms the dogs are mainly watch dogs that are tied up at their dog house. Most of the dogs I see have Siberian Husky in them--many are white.
It was in the DMZ that I saw the most upsetting thing though. There was a dog farm in the small village we stayed in. I understand most of those dogs are of the labriador retriever type and are grown in a small area and never allowed out of confinment. They are sold for meat. Evidentally, the meat is very therputic in some way. It is prescribed by docotors for certain ailments. It was very difficult hearing them bark continuously begging for help. It was nauseating. Yes, it made me sick!
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