Right on Rabies.
New soft collars, rabies vaccinations, general check overs and community consultation practices, yes.
Where ever and whatever the impressive and feared virus is up to on Island Bali, it must be reported that on numerous recent visitations and conversations with people, the state of control upon the wretched reaper of horror is working quite well.
With any war, a battle of hearts and minds is usually unavoidable. Unfortunately and as a consequence it also divides and distracts from the issue, and implodes into a messy digit pointing waste of time and depletion of life expectancy. Especially against those who really need the greatest focused help and assistance.
A lot of people are responsible for Rabies, and a lot has and is continuing to be done in an attempt to keep a number of lids on a virus that has a long history of tricks in its ancient bucket.
The innocents in this war are The Bali Street Dog and Bali People. Utmost respect must be given to the Rabies Virus, it truly is horror. Nothing less must be afforded to a people and their dog.
Ego and politics have no place when suffering of sentient beings is evident and present.
Foreign Missed Fortune.
It may be very hard to believe, but the people of Bali do not sit around all day in villages and urban areas, scheming plotting and planning all manner of known and novel ways to carry out cruelty upon the Bali Dog. Most of those who rightfully identify with being real Islanders that generational populace of labelled Balinese, are way too busy trying to survive on a land that is becoming the festering footprint of foreign influence.
Let’s take the labels off and accept that this whole species of every shape size and cultural ethnicity has certainly succeeded in reaching the pinnacle of cruelty dished out on every other species, we can certainly attest to that. But let’s also admit that it’s easier to focus a jaundiced eye and point an accusing finger at a problem that we have had a rather large hand in making.
Anyway, back to labeling. It has been very heartening to observe that the Bali Street Dog, anjing Bali, anjing lokal, anjing liar, is surviving and thriving, especially away from the foreigner invaded areas. We have been fortunate to witness that they and Bali people are just doing what they have always done in community life.
Yep, puppies die, old dogs die, people die and things happen, that’s life.
What is not missed, are the very real influences and stressors that foreign matter in all its guises has inflicted upon the relationship that Bali her people and the Bali Dog have simply had, forever.