It wasn’t me who rescued Basu, it was Marcia. She had adopted Sophie a year ago from Save a Greek Stray, and she visited us from Holland this June. While we were driving to the shelter, I took a wrong turn and there he was, next to the highway, wandering alone next to the cars, lost, sick and scared.
Living in Greece and bumping into stray dogs in every corner, hardens you to the point where you become too thick skinned to genuinely care – so if it were up to me, I probably wouldn’t have even seen the dog. But Marcia comes from a country where strays are simply…not there, so he sight is clearer and her heart more pure. And she saw him.
My first reaction to her “Oh, look! There’s a dog!” was an abrupt “Yeah, they are everywhere”. But this particular one seemed too lost and too scared to be ignored. She got out of the car to feed him, and this was a challenge, since once she saw her, he started walking towards the opposite direction.
Since he was walking between the highway and a busy street, the chances of him being too scared from the chase, and running off to the street were too high, so I got out of the car too. And the “let’s feed him” became a “let’s gain his trust” challenge, and once you go down that road, there’s no turning back.
The little one started wagging his tail and reluctantly getting the treats from Marcia’s hand, and it was only then when I realized that we were about to rescue a dog that a few minutes later would have been ran over by a car. We took Basu to the shelter, where he was treated for leishmaniasis and trained. Basu is an excellent student, living proof that all dogs, no matter what they have been through, no matter what their past is, they can turn into everything you want them to be, if you are patient and consistent enough.