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Volume 4 Issue 3
Who wants friends without mange? A boastful tale of how many BFFs I
have. Yessssssssssssss. By: Laura Ebmeier, MAK 10
So when Lucianne stopped by for a site visit a few weeks
ago she asked if I'd made any Macedonian friends. Uh,
duh. I'd like to take a few minutes to introduce you to some
of the peeps I've been busy hanging out with in the past
year. Ever the social butterfly, life has been quite demanding...
Tito- Tito is a Trash Pony from the suburbs of Prilep.
He spends his days wandering in the open lots and
looking for things to eat among the small mountains of
trash. His interests include: finding a way to digest
Stobi Flip bags once and for all, dodging the rocks
hurled at him and his posse, not acknowledging the
Americans when they coo hellos and try their best to
speak Pony, and being brown. Tito, one day I'll pet
you. And you'll like it.
Tuna- Tuna and I spent many an afternoon together eating stale bread and smoking cigarettes
while my host family was busy upstairs. Then one
day, he made a break for it when I opened the front
gate. Consumed with guilt, I combed the streets of
Veles calling his name. The family, however, didn't
seem to mind his absence and now has a new pet to
lock in the garage today. Tuna, wherever you are,
may your paws be swift and your coat somewhat
shiny. You were a good pup. Remember the first time
we met? I didn't know we had a garage, and I thought
I heard barking from a secret closet or something.
Then I opened the door and you tried to bite me.
Good times, good times.
Mooey- Mooey was a bonus camper at GLOW
this summer. She spent her week eating grass,
leaving big fat smelly presents for the campers,
and walking slowly. Like many of the other animals I've met in Macedonia, Mooey still has yet to
fully appreciate the uniqueness of her name. Seriously, the ingenuity of adding an "ey" to the end
of a name resulting in a fresh new moniker is
sheer brilliance. Mooey, you'll come around
someday.
Scabs- This little meatstick gobbler is a Taurus.
He likes nuzzling ankles, looking scared, hiding behind the TV, and running from the blow-dryer. Although he has a Macedonian family in the neighborhood, we spent a lot of time together this winter sharing fleas, grooming tips, and lots and lots of laughs.
Thanks, Scabs.