April 17, 2007
Late one night, a young man called the Let the Animals Live hotline
to report, in tears, that a dog had been injured in a road
accident. " We moved him from the road.
There's blood everywhere," he said.
He related that is name is Maor and that he lives in Ramle, on Miriam
the Prophetess Street. He asked that the association come to help the
dog. The mission went to Tzvika Tammuz of Moked Hai.
"The traffic was heavy," Tammuz relates. "Maor, who knew I was
coming to collect the dog, called me twice en route. I told him to
keep oglers away from the dog, not to bother him. Maor reassured me
that he was keeping an eye open.
"As I approached the area and started looking for Miriam the
Prophetess Street, I realized that the population in the area was a
mix of Arabs and Jews living together. I found Miriam the Prophetess
Street and stopped by a group of children speaking fluent Arabic.
"As soon as they saw the cage in the pickup truck, they realized I
had come for the wounded dog. They immediately shifted to Hebrew and
pointed to where he was. They called several other lads, one of whom
"I approached the dog, accompanied by a group of very excited
children, who had a lot of questions.
"The dog was lying down. Next to him was a bowl of water. One front
leg was very swollen. The boys sat around him and tried to explain
what happened. Mahmoud told Maor that his brother had seen the dog
get run over, and Maor told Ali that maybe the dog had been chipped
and his owners could be found.
"And I thought to myself, how well these kids get along: no politics,
no problems. Then some adults started to gather, Jews and Arabs, who
acted like neighbors who could have been from anywhere. Maybe the
source of the trouble is politicians, and the simple people and
animals bring one another together.
"I started talking to the dog, soothing him, and pulled his collar so
he would try to get up and I could see the degree of damage. The dog
did arise, then yelped. His front leg was clearly broken, and I
noticed a problem with the pelvis too. I picked him up in my arms and
took him to the pickup, followed by a stream of excited children
speaking in a babel of tongues. In the background, I could hear the
thump of a drum. Maybe it was the drum of Miriam the Prophetess.
"I took the dog to Dr Shiner. Happily, it was chipped. Unhappily, its
chip wasn't in the database. We can only hope to find its owners and
also, that he is not injured too badly."