Day 4: Dogs in Greece


Day 4


This is something I want to keep in my mind forever.

I was returning home from an early morning walk.  I reached my street just as the sun was rising and immediately fell in love with the way the light was streaming through the humid atmosphere.

Suddenly Atlitis, a free-spirited  stray who refuses to be adopted, came out of no where, tail wagging and running full speed at me.

To my horror, I recently learned that Atlitis in Greek means bum, a name given to him long before I moved to Loutraki. When he was a puppy, somebody had just dropped him off.  My neighbors felt terrible. They fed him, got him vaccinated, and from that point on Atlitis appointed himself the guard dog of our neighborhood.

Every night he roams up and down the street  chasing away anybody he deems suspicious. Every morning he sits infront of our building, greeting everybody before they leave for work. Before they get into their cars and drive away, they shower him with good morning pets and food. And when they return, he wakes up from his nap in the grass, tail wagging.

Plato once said that dogs have the soul of a philosopher. When I look into Atlitis’ eyes, I not only see a philosopher – I sense a beautiful, caring soul.






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