A New Puppy

Last night, Andrew and I barely slept a wink, thanks to this little guy.


When we came back from the U.S., we were puzzled as to what happened to our landlord's dog. The kids exclaimed the dog had run away; behind them, Uncle was mouthing the Khmer word for "dead" and drawing his finger across his throat. Obviously, they were trying to keep some sad news from the children.

Last night, Andrew came home to discover a new addition to the family running around. And last night, all night long, the puppy yelped and complained about being left outside. You can't really blame him; he's not even 2 months old yet. But still, I have no idea how a creature that small can make so much noise.



When the dog finally stopped crying around 5:30 a.m., the noise continued, because the boys started playing, shouting, running around with the puppy downstairs. Since I hadn't actually seen the puppy last night, I went downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. And I have to admit, I'm quite taken.



I feel pretty ambiguous about dogs here, because most of them are mangy filthy mutts eating the garbage on the roadside. So hopefully this puppy won't turn into that. And just maybe, we won't miss our own puppy back home so much.

Darcy, chilling on the porch table with the tomatoes.