In Serbia they shoot dogs

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If the dog is man’s best friend, why is man

sometimes the dog’s worst enemy?

 

In Serbia they shoot dogs

 

This is a letter from one of our readers. We

publish it here hoping that the message will reach those to whom it is

addressed. And everyone else in Serbia who makes such decisions.

 

 

As usual, out of habit, I got out of bed and read the paper. The front

page of the daily shows an idyllic photograph of Mt Zlatibor,

covered in this year’s first snow. I don’t really believe

that any reader could be indifferent to this beautiful photograph, not be drawn

to picture himself, at least for a moment, sitting right on this mountain, in

the heaven of this winter resort, the “pride and honour

of Serbia”.

 

I was lucky enough to have a chance to bring the scene captured by this

photograph to life, because I returned from Zlatibor

last night, having greeted the first snow of the year.

 

I graduated two weeks ago from the Economics Faculty of Belgrade

University. This is why my girlfriend and I decided to spend five days in

an apartment owned by my family on this mountain which has given me so much

pleasure and so many wonderful moments every day I have spent there.

 

However, the unfortunate event I witnessed while I was there is something that

we will not and must not be

indifferent to, and I will do all in my power to see to it that it never

happens again. This is why I turned on my computer first thing this

morning – to make an appeal, because I believe that in these

not-so-glorious times for our country, when the are stories of murders all over

the papers, you are sensitive to what some people consider the less important

things.

 

On my last day at Zlatibor, having woken up at 7.00 a.m., as I did every day there, I was

witness to a horrifying event, on Tuesday, November 5.

 

Along the river walk, near King Aleksandar’s

water fountain, I noticed traces of blood. At first I thought that

someone must have slipped and injured themselves while getting water.

But, following the trail of blood, I noticed a dead dog a few metres away.

 

A few steps further on, in front of the local post office, I noticed another

dead dog. There was no blood, so I thought a car must have run over it,

although the centre of Zlatibor is a pedestrian

only. But just a few metres further on, at the

small junction near the market, things became much clearer: more dead

dogs. I remembered that I had seen a young guy with a hunting rifle over

his shoulder near the cafes.

 

Then, on the street leading to the Jugopetrol rest

house, I saw a car pull up and a hunter with a rifle getting out of it.

He was chasing a dog the size of a large cat which was bounding around a family

coming down the hill. I ran to protect the dog from certain death.

It put its tail between its legs and hid behind the legs of the family, looking

for protection. Having managed to get to the dog before this wicked

man’s bullet, I asked him “Are you out of your mind? How

would you feel if someone was chasing you with a gun trying to kill you?

Who gave you the right to do this?”:

 

His insolent reply was “Is that your dog? Better take it home with

you if you have any sympathy for it!”

 

I took the dog in my arms and headed for my apartment. I heard a question

in English. The people this little dog had been following were

foreigners. The man looked at me, puzzled and somewhat frightened, and

asked:

 

“What did he actually want to do?”

 

“To kill this dog!” I replied.

 

“Why? It followed us all the way from the hotel. It’s

really sweet!”

 

He asked a few more questions, like whether the hunters had a permit and did

the municipality authorise them to do this, before

finishing, “Well, yes, there’s no Brigitte Bardot

here!”

 

This whole unpleasant incident took place before the eyes of the horrified

locals and children, obviously frightened by it, and tourists. Shop

assistants in the nearby kiosks, vendors from the market, children and

foreigners cheered the few of us who were trying to protect a number of small

dogs, carrying them in our arms as far away from the centre as possible.

 

Later I asked at the local police station and other local authorities and learnt

that these slaughters are organised by hunters’

associations, mainly the Zlatibor Hunter’s

Association. The head of this organisation is Dobrosav Buciæ and the permits

are issued by Cajetina Mayor Radovan Jojiæ. This happens twice a year.

 

I would like to ask a few simple questions:

 

Is there a law that allows civilians to carry and use firearms in the centre of

an inhabited place?

 

Is it possible that someone issues permits (we didn't actually see any) and

allows the use of firearms in the middle of a winter tourist resort, right

before the eyes of residents, guests, small children and foreigners, as though

this were hunting season in some game reserve, and not an urban environment, in

fact a town centre on a mountaint which should be the

pride and honour of this country's tourist resorts.

 

Are we a country which is attempting to integrate into developed and civilised Europe? Is this how

we demonstrate our civilised behaviour?

Do we want the world to know us only by wars and evil, and do we want the few

tourists who come here to go home from their summer and winter holidays with

tales of savagery?

 

Dogs are being killed in large numbers in the very centre of Zlatibor, a resort which attrracts

large numbers of people. The problem of stray dogs does need to be

solved, but not in this monstrous and barbaric manner.