Maybe it’s because Cerberus guarded the gates of the underworld, granting access to but no exit to Greeks from the underworld? Maybe Greek masculinity has revelled in Hercules’ 12th Labour – the overpowering and humiliation of our three headed friend?
Greeks seem to have less contact with their canine companions, less sympathy or understanding of them than say their Turkish neighbours. A generalisation from a dog-loving Englishman, but one containing some truth.
Greek canines deserve some praise. They still do their duty in life and indeed in death, and fulfil their allotted roles. What are those roles?
So here are a selection of pictures from one or two days in Greece…
1. Living burglar alarm – left alone in a commercial site, chained to something heavy. Little shade in in the 40C sun.
2. A well bred fashion accessory for the new middle class.
3. A cute puppy with proud owner – possibly to take on any of the other roles later…..
4. Stray dog in the forests outside any town. Thessaloniki has most! Thrown out of a car, or left in the forest when past interest.
5. A roaming town dog about town..mostly stray
6. One of the hundred of road-kill dogs….having been one of the above. No pics this time.
7. On second thoughts, best be a cat…….
It would be nice to see things change for the animals of Greece. Tagging of dogs and cats would be a good start, but that would require good governance.