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The Journey of Nedjef
Hallo, my dear friends of the group X. Some of you will perhaps remember, I am Nedjef, the six year old Sloughi, Jessie entrusted me to my Owners.
But I don't want to talk to you about the three of them - they really are amiable, particularly him, who has led me in his Camping Bus across Eorope. In all directions we went to collect CACIBs. So I was granted to become a Beauty-Champ in Spain, Portugal, Gibraltar and finally also International Champion. I had a dreamlike life: I was always spick and span, got a shower, my face painted, combed, almost shaved.
I was also permited to participate at rather many races, which I felt like Hunting-Stimulations. Especially at the beginning I had lots of fun and it was a very good change to Exhibition visits, where, if you are not from a good "Clan", or you are not accompanied by the right people ... but let it be ... besides I had to find out, that it is not different in a racing-circus ... now, let's go back to our subject, in Spain I was permited to chase real hares. No, I don't regret anything! Those were two dreamlike years. Often I went out with a Sloughi-bitch, that very much liked to run and always was in, a good mood for a joke. She was very likeable, we had a good time, we both. It came to my knowledge she meanwhile became mother and is surrounded by little puppies. I am pleased with it! I myself enjoy being an only child.
Good, let's go on, I am a chatter box, I didn't want to talk to you about my past, but a-bout my new country: French-Guayana.
 I am living now for a year 8000 km far away from France. One day Joel, Brigitte and Aurelien came to tell me, that they must move very far away from the Pyrénês-Orientales (Region in South-West of France) for their work and that they would get lodgings for me with a friend of his on vacation. As soon as possible they would come to fetch me. I believed them, as it was not the first time that they left me with Francois and I got very well along with Yanoch, the Afghan. More or less we grew up together.
But after some time the longing began and the more I wanted to arrange my life nicer, the more I was forced to think of my Dearest. So I must say, 5 months are a long time! And then - a miracle - Joel came to fetch me. To be sure, I kept my eye on him all the time. The following morning we set off, took the road Perignan - Paris. Joel wanted to spare me the the trouble of flight with an intermediate stop. There were no problems on our journey and we spent the night in Orly.
Then our journey began into the dark ...
They gave me a 1/4 Lexomil before going to the veterinary surgeon and I got to know a transporting box. Two hours later they gave me another bag half full of Lexomil and I watched my Owner leaving, he was worried, which didn"t trouble me much. The hostesses in Orly were very friendly, also the other servants, who took me to the plane.
There is not much to be said about the journey, except that 9 hours flying, because of a delay, are very long, much too long, to arrive in a good shape.
And there was the horrifying end! Without any care, totaly left alone and yes, unscrupulous thoughtless, I suddenly found myself in the middle of luggages on a conveyor-belt again. Very impressing!
You can see countless strange faces, you try to find your Owner in the dark and naturally you can't find him. You are thirsty, you need to go to the lavatory and get a breath of fresh air. You get panicky! ... And then at last Joel, who wanted to free me from the box, but two policemen prevent it. In the airport it is forbidden, I have to go through the customs examination first. That was too much for Joel I know him very well - he started to shout in a language, which didn't sound very correctly. ... But he didn't achieve anything. So I decided to ty it myself. I cried so well as never before, but' then I started to cry loud-mouthed - with the result, that a spontaneous protest of the bystanders made the policemen change their mind.
Another lost hour till I was out and finally could see my family. Aurelian was eating a cake that I just pilfered for myself - you don't forget the good properties. After I had drunk a lot and after the lavatory (it was really a long flight!) I started to explore this new hot country.
Now, one year's gone that I arrived here and it is not as bad as I had feared. It is constantly. hot (between 28 and 340) never below 230 at night. In spite of it I always sleep with a cover, because a Sloughi wants to be covered, always, besides it shelters against gnats. Obviously I chose my Owner's bedroom where there is an air-conditioning.
The garden is smaller than in France, but I run on the beach very often, very close to our house.
There is only one problem: the ants ... Whether they are brown, black, red, big or small, or whatever their stings are very painful. First, very curious, I stretched my snout to them...
I go regularly to see the veterinary surgeon, who naturally didn't know anything about the Sloughis. He takes care of me very well, besides, Brigitte is a hospital nurse, and that helps. I don't want to fetch mycosis-diseases, I also don't roam about, thoughtlessly, as hygiene doesn't seem very important here. I am wormed regularly, like in a large city. When I arrived I got four injections and now I get one tablet Cardonec every month against heart worms.
In spite of all this, when I arrived I caught the scab and I had to bear a bath weekly for two months. Afterwards they greased me with a disgusting smelling lotion. French Guyana is in no way the hell! Visit us, or – why not for longer - you are welcome cordially!
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