Hobo

This is Hobo.

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Hobo is something of a celebrity stray in the Spanish town of Moraira, and he even has his own Facebook page. I’d heard about him before we returned to Spain for the winter, and there was no mistaking him, the very first time I saw him, a couple of weeks ago.

Hobo is to be seen around the waterfront area, occasionally wandering further afield. He’s very timid, but very curious. When we took a walk around the port area with friends and their dog on Christmas Eve, Hobo latched onto us, dogging (ahem!) our footsteps.

Whenever we stopped, Hobo stopped too, and nonchalantly studied the sky, the grass, the boats, the sea. Everything, in fact, except us. If I went towards him, he quickly withdrew, but as we resumed our progress, so did he.


On the rocks at the far end of port, he posed grandly, surveying his patch. He’s a beautiful dog.


I don’t know where he spends the night; but I’ve caught him taking a mid-morning snooze on the rocks by the castle, after the sun has gently warmed them. He’s no spare weight on him, and I guess he takes some comfort from the heat.

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He is fed by some caring locals, though I’ve never seen him at the food and water bowls that are carefully replenished every day at the foot of one of the palm trees facing the sea. I guess if Hobo isn’t quick enough to catch his breakfast, someone else will.

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That someone might well be the fishmarket cat. I captured a stand-off between Hobo and the cat the other day. No blows were exchanged; it seemed like there might be a cautious respect between the pair of them.

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Last night, New Year’s Eve, the port exploded into a 45-minute long firework display. As I struggled to sleep, I spared a thought for Hobo, wondering where he spends his nights, and whether he was frightened by the endless flashing and banging.

 

 

But this morning, as we took our customary walk along the beach, there he was… sniffing, trademarking, tentatively watching other dogs as they approached, tail curled uncertainly between his legs.


Later I realized that one dog I’d seen trying unsuccessfully to get involved with Hobo was actually being used as bait. The local animal rescue organization had rigged up a cage, baited it with food, and later positioned the same dog a few yards away.

We can see this cage from our apartment, and I looked forward to watching their progress throughout the day.

But I looked out a minute ago; the cage, the bait dog and the rescue van have disappeared. I believe there have been similar but unsuccessful rescue attempts before now, so I’m wondering whether this time they have managed to take Hobo with them.

And I’m hoping, that if they did, he’ll enjoy the new life they’re planning for him.

I hope so.

Happy New Year everyone! (And to you too, Hobo.)

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About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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15 Responses to Hobo

  1. Dear Sandra,

    What a sweet story to begin the new year. Hobo is a beautiful dog and like you I hope that if they catch him he’ll find a loving home.

    Shalom and Happy New Year,

    Rochelle

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  2. Barrie and Carole Grant says:

    What a great story! One of my favourite British dogs is a stray like Hobo who managed to elude the RSPCA for five months because of her distrust of humans and her clever cunningness. She now is rehomed in a loving family and is an absolute darling. In the tropics we befriended a cat who lived in the rocks and ate crabs and whatever she could get. We eventually coaxed her to come on our yacht for a visit in the early mornings when we fed her – she would only eat the most expensive cat food. We had been gone for about four years and when we returned, she heard our voices and bounded towards us with loud meows. ….. very rewarding.

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  3. Your story gives new meaning (if they catch him), to the phrase “rescue dog.” Hopefully Hobo finds a loving home, although perhaps he enjoys his existence and legendary status. As you know, we fostered two rescue dogs and they were filled with love, just as I’m sure Hobo is.

    Speaking of dogs and fireworks, our first foster dog, Janie, must have had a bad experience either with fireworks or, maybe, gunshots. On the Fourth of July, when the fireworks started, she went under an end table by our couch and finally ended in the half bathroom, crammed into the space under the sink. It was sad, but also a tiny bit funny.

    Happy New Year, Sandra.

    janet

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    • Sandra says:

      We had a dog like Janie. On various firework nights she demolished an understairs cupboard (door/architrave/carpet), jammed herself behind the toilet, climbed behind the couch, under furniture – absolute nightmare. We used to dread November 5th and NY Eve. As for Hobo, I’m in two minds about what’s best for him. I’m not sure how good a household dog he would be if he found a rescue home. Happy New Year to you and Bill, Janet, make it a good one!

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  4. Good story, Sandra. Sometimes those dogs can be adopted and sometimes they wander again. I guess it depends on the dog. My son and his wife adopted a stray and he’s made a lovely pet. I also hope Hobo finds a good home. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  5. jenniesisler says:

    oh this is such a sweet post! I love that last picture but it makes me feel bad that Hobo doesn’t have a home. I’m so glad the people leave him food and water. Thank you for sharing this!

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  6. Joyce says:

    I hope Hobo finds a good home, with or without their help. I always feel sad for all the homeless dogs and cats that have to fend for themselves. So many are left on their own, and starve or if fortunate enough to be taken in by the humane society they sometimes are never adopted out, and eventually put down if very old or disabled.

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  7. Joyce says:

    Forgot to mention, but Happy New Year, too. Hope you have a real good one.

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