Just look at this beauty. Paiko is everyone’s friend. He is our comrade; we have experienced many ups and downs together. We haven’t met any people who showed dislike or fright towards our dog. Everyone loved him. There have even been situations where we made friends because of Paiko.
That was in Lithuania. In the Philippines, he is often seen as a BIG, HUGE, and SCARY dog. So big that people are afraid of him on the streets; some of them raise their hands and start to scream. Children call Paiko a wolf. This “beast” is unwelcome in Makati’s restaurants or other gathering places. When we arrived in the Philippines and stayed in a hotel, we had to use the service elevators – it would have been an enormous tragedy to see this “scary beast” in guests’ lifts. So that means, every day we would spend 20–30 minutes just for the elevator because it would stop on every floor since service people were taking care of garbage, food, etc.
I guess Paiko feels sad nowadays because he hasn’t met a lot of big dogs here in the Philippines. We met some in the province but we had to protect our love from local dogs because they were very aggressive. They would stalk us, show their teeth and growl. They were protecting their area. So if you don’t want to get in trouble, you would better not bring your spoiled animal to the local’s territory. Do you know what is interesting about dogs in the province in the Philippines? They like to sunbathe on the road. You drive, politely make a stop; they lazily stretch, and if they like you, they give way. So great that Robertas and I are such lovely people – we have never stopped for a long time.
Do you know what is interesting about dogs in the province in the Philippines? They like to sunbathe on the road. You drive, politely make a stop; they lazily stretch, and if they like you, they give way.
But the dogs are not the main characters in the Philippines. Guess who? Yes, of course – cats! Exaggeratedly lean and usually aggressive. They have killer-look, and that’s why I am always afraid that Paiko will get hurt. I am worried about rabies or some other unpleasant disease. Those cats probably don’t meet such big dogs often because they are not afraid of Paiko at all. I think that Paiko’ first days in the Philippines had a strange effect on him. Every time he sees cats now, he rushes to them and drags me along. When I take Paiko out, the first thing he does is cat hunt. I think Paiko has developed a sixth sense for cats. Now we call him cat killer.
That’s what the Philippines has done to our Blue Merle angel during our first two months.