The good news, John got back from Nsanje about 2120 last
evening, I was in bed already. Why you ask because I went for a long walk with
the guard dogs and the kids, my mistake. I wondered about these dogs as during
the day they are caged most of the time with the exception of the weekends.
When un-caged they seem to pay no attention as people come and go from
the compound, black or white, the blacks will not come near the dogs caged or
not.
While walking on the leash during the late afternoon we had a
blast the dogs brought along their soccer ball, yes it fits in their mouth with
room left over. When we got to an uninhabited area we let them run. The
female, whom I have treated to many little pieces of jerky over the last few
weeks now loves me. I was sitting on a rock ledge that came up out of the
ground resting and watching them run, well she decided I needed a lick on the
face and proceeded to jump up on me knocking me off the ledge and stepping on
my chest gave me a wet one, I thought I was about to die, she caused my chest
to expel all my air and I now have a large bruise in the shape of a paw print
and hurt, but only when I breathe. On the way home we had them on the
leash because it had gotten semi dark, Well the female spotted a kid on a bike
waaaay down the trail and took off like a bat of a bad dream. I could not
stop her as I was not expecting her dash for death, by time I got her to slow
down it was almost too late, my legs are now killing me with that run over hill
and dale. All the way home they challenged each and every person we met, I now
know how they work, in the light they just watch but in the dark they work at
what they do, guard. What a walk. Well I got to go as I am first up for class.
Next week should be great as we (John & I ) will be going down south
through Mulanje, Thyolo and on to Nsanje and when we get back to this area we
will be doing a Jesus Film with Rackson and a village yet TBA.
The power just went out so I’ll close before
the short battery life goes out. Tell everyone hi for me
and I think of them often.
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