The thing is, I've been at a remove from this year's Winter Olympics. (I almost wrote "I've been removed from these Olympics," but that implies I'm an Olympic athlete. I know one, but he's not me.) No home TV access to watch it, being at work when most events are shown, and feeling more than a touch disturbed and annoyed by how Russia's run this so would I want to watch anyway? I like the Olympics; I miss them; I feel icky about this year's event.
Because of, as you've heard, the dogs. For one example. As I've heard it, many or at least some of the strays didn't use to be strays, until lots of Sochi's residents moved from homes to apartments to make way for Olympic venue construction and didn't have room for dogs. And it doesn't take long, of course, for dogs to make more dogs, so: more dogs. Many of whom are mutts and are, apparently, not wanted in Russia because they're not purebred. Some of whom have been hunted and poisoned in Russia's efforts to reduce the population and deal with this consequence of their planning. This will end badly for...for how many of these dogs?
Now some of those who've been in Sochi these past two weeks are making efforts to bring some of the dogs with them. You can find adoption pointers online, along with warnings and caveats. I hope this is being done carefully. I'm glad that at least it's being done at all. Heck of an example of the starfish thrower idea that Loren Eiseley gave us*: thousands of miles of beaches, millions of thrown-to-shore starfish on them, many chances for this to end with, well, a sad ending...except for those few that someone finds, and throws back to under the waves.
I want there to be more happy endings out of Sochi. We're getting a few. From people doing what they can.
Besides, you want a mutt. Scrappy and usually healthier than purebreeds. I've harped on this before. And trust me, mutts want you. To love them.
Here's to the times love is the happy ending.
* The version here is a rewrite of what Eiseley wrote (a little of which is quoted here); I used that version for brevity. I feel like I'm cheating.