On Wednesday morning at 5am, I awoke to the sound of a dying chinchilla. The noise was definitely coming from downstairs where Missy lives with her family. Later that morning I find this furball shivering on the cement, cold from a bath. Spike the puppy came from a litter at Missy's mothers house, just 10 minutes down the road. Missy grants me full puppy privileges, and I scoop him up into a blanket/skirt and I take him upstairs.
In Pohnpei, dogs are a delicacy often found on the dinner table, but Missy and her family are a little more cosmopolitan. Our other dogs Pak and White will not become dinner (I assure myself). Pohnpeian dogs aren't kept indoors or showed affection, so it is a treat that I get to half raise Spike inside. Yesterday, Spike and I were lucky enough to catch the intermittent visiting vet. This is another luxury that a Pohnpeian dogs do not enjoy, but I feel better knowing he is vaccinated, de-wormed, and de-flea'd.
Gospel truth! Spike is an excellent Skype partner!
ReplyDeleteMolz, you'll love this. So the gardener lady and I just had the best conversation. Keep in mind that she doesn't speak English and I don't speak Pohnpeian. So Spike and I bounded down the stairs together and she asked if I like the puppy, and I said yes. Then she asked if I like to eat dog, and I said no. Then she asked if I had a husband, and I said no. Then she asked how old I am, and she was utterly shocked by answer. She was very upset that I don't have a husband. Haha so typical.
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