After the supermarket incident when Sharav was almost stolen from me, I went to get a haircut in Tel Aviv and tied Sharav’s leash to a bicycle post outside the barber shop, where I could keep an eye on him through the barber’s mirror.
After sitting in the barber chair for about 15 minutes, I watched someone walk past Sharav and get greeted with a wagging tail and a smile, then walk back, check Sharav’s tag that had his name, my name and my telephone number, then coolly untie Sharav’s leash from the post and start to walk away with him!
Within seconds, the barber and I were both angrily confronting the thief, who claimed that Sharav had been “abandoned for hours.”
After that experience, I mostly took him to places where he would not have to leave my presence, or I left him at home when I needed to run errands.
Posing in front of the East River. New York, April 2019. Click any photo to see more.