The stray dog in our bedroom

That’s not a euphemism, by the way. So, yesterday we were getting ready for our afternoon run. Mama gazda was making the wine for the year (more to come on that later), and there were a lot of people around the yard helping. People were coming in and out of the gate, and I saw a dog come in with one set of people. I was not sure if it was someone’s dog, so I just kind of watched it while it wandered around the yard. I was stretching, and when Tim came out onto the porch I asked him where the dog went. He hadn’t seen a dog in the foyer. I noticed our bedroom door was open, which is right off the entry way. Tim went in to check it out, and apparently the dog understood English. I heard Tim shout “Get out of here!”, quickly followed by the stray running out the door and through the yard. He was just hanging out in our bedroom. Maybe he was looking for a warm place since the temperatures are getting toward freezing, but it was still pretty funny. The strays here are sad, although not as pitiful as the ones in Thailand. I did see a kitten whose hind legs were paralyzed. I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I just stood on the sidewalk watching it and hoping someone with an actual home would take care of it. Anyway, wine fest is this weekend. We’ll be running a 5k on Saturday in Chisinau, and Sunday is a pretty big celebration in our city. We’ll definitely update on that next week.