MAX

Max is a puppy here on the farm. He's adorable and all puppy. For the past week I've seen very little of him, and I began to wonder if someone took him or if someone sold him here on the farm. That happens here in Kenya, people will take animals and sell them.  The kittens were taken and the poor Momma cat went a little nuts looking for her babies.

Anyway, tonight after walking home from Silas house, there was Max on the side of the house. He started to slink away, but once I said his name he came running up to me all happy to see me. I got to pet him but when he starts to bite I stop and stand up. Then he stops and I pet him again, and we go on like this for a bit. He's getting better I think but he needs work. The Kenyan's really don't treat their dogs all that well. Well in fact they treat them like shit! I can't seem to get through anyone's head that if you treat your dogs better they will be better guard dogs and protect you better. Will anyone listen? NO. Apparently when the bible says to cast the dogs in the street, they take it literally. When in fact that's not the context of the verse at all. OH well, some will never learn that God's creation includes dogs and puppies.

I MISS YOU ROCKY AND BRODIE