Warning, Close Your Ears - Bad Language Imminent!

The thieving, rotten, gypsy b@stards have been at it again! Low life, work shy scum that they are, have broken into our small tool room yesterday when we were out and stolen 2 petrol  strimmer/brush cutters, one not even 2 months old and an almost new angle grinder that hubby bought for a job he was doing. And I'd have never noticed if I hadn't wanted to use the strimmer again this morning! Not only did they leave our small tool room looking like it was safe and secure, they also must have chased or hurt poor Vasko dog as he had disappeared without trace.

To say I'm a little p*ssed off right now is putting it mildly, not even my lovely Dahlias (pictured above and please correct me if they aren't Dahlia's) can lift my mood.I've gone through such a wide range of emotions today and feel like I've been on a psychotic rollercoaster. There's been disbelief, doubt, wonder, anger, sheer amazement and everything in between plus a whole load of worry. You see, there aren't any real laws here protecting animals, and cruelty happens a fair bit. From past experience I know that the gypsy's don't care about animals and have no qualms about hurting them just for the hell of it, so I was really worried about Vasko being missing. I've spent hours hunting through the gardens, getting my legs all scratched and scraped, calling his name and eventually resigning myself to the fact that he'd gone. Or so we thought.......until hubby found him wandering about on the edge of the village, near a fairly busy road at tea time today. I was overjoyed when he brought him home and even Vasko looked happy to be back, and hungry of course! In the time he's been here with us he's never wandered off before so something must have happened to make him go. I've checked him over, hubby fed him something a bit special for tea and he's soundly asleep in his kennel where he belongs.

So the police have been here twice today to find out what had happened and take statements, the village mayor and her assistant were brought along too, and some very likely suspects have been noted, especially one who's had to get a tetanus jab this morning. As the plain clothes police officer pointed out that Vasko dog does bite! He should know as he did belong to him. Then came the village security men, quite scary looking they are too. Again asking a few questions and then they told us not to worry as it will be sorted out! That done I was just about to get on with the nightly feeding etc when one of the horses made a bid for freedom and spent 10 minutes galloping around the field until she'd worn herself out. So a busy, hectic and stressful day it has been. Nothing like the bit of strimming and spot of painting I'd planned.

I must point out that the so called gypsy's here are not true roma stock, most of them are of unknown origin, some have an indian look and colour to them while others are paler, stockier and seem to hail from turkey. They all speak turkish or gypsy, rarely attend school and most of them are unemployed and claiming from the state. Others go abroad to "Work" but more often than not are actually robbing and pickpocketing to fund their lifestyle here which can be quite extravagant. They like the nice things in life but are not prepared to work hard for them. Of course I won't tar them all with the same brush and neither am I a racist but I do wish that more of them would live on the right side of the law and then we wouldn't need the likes of the village security firm etc.