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The Georgian dogs

Join Georgia, where the street dogs are served ice cream and cheese bread and receive the necessary medical treatment in state animal clinics.

Next to my cafe table at Meidan Square in Tbilisi stands a raucous street dog and licks the head of a microscopic cat. The fur dot can be no more than a week old, and every time the dog tongue slides over the kitten's back, I'm afraid the cat will sniff the whole animal.

But instead, this happens: Out of an ice cream kiosk comes a young man with two balls of ice in a bowl. He places the bowl in front of the fur animals, puts his hands on his hips, watches for a while, eats, smiles and returns to the ice cream customers – who have had to wait in the heat. The tourists look at the rise, take pictures. "Here we treat dogs better than we treat people," says my Georgian friend, Gocha.

I look around and see two other dogs circling the cafe tables. One lies down at the feet of a man in a suit who eats khachapuri. . .

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Anne Håskoll-haugen
Håskoll-Haugen is a freelance journalist,

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