Go-go

One of the village dogs adopted Cynthia.  He appeared one night at her doorstep with his sister and cried until .  He must have known she is an animal lover and now, as you can see, has a really ruff life.  The other day, I saw him run across the schoolyard with something in his mouth.  It was a dead fish.  His legs weren't wet, so I figured the thing had been dead for a while and washed up on the pond shore where he found it.  He settled down on my Welcome mat in front of my apartment which seemed to him to be the perfect spot to devour this rotting piece of meat.  I made him go upstairs and show his "mommy" what he found.  He ate the entire thing from tail to head.  I have also seen him eat frogs and roaches, so he appears to have good scavenging genes. 

There are two other dogs from his litter that live with the family nearest our school.  They are half the size of Go-go.  This is a family of poor farmers.  They already have four dogs, and a bunch of chickens to feed, so I'm sure they didn't mind that one of the litter decided (for reasons unknown) to find a new home.  Go-go is twice the size of his littermates.  They probably only get rice and whatever they can scavenge.  Go-go gets eggs for breakfast and leftover meat from our meals at lunchtime.  He is very lucky. 

There are a lot of dogs in our village because of course none of them are neutered.  There isn't even a vet in Sisophon to perform the operation anyway.  The students ignore all the dogs, but because they know Go-go is special to Cynthia and me, they treat him differently and love him.  He usually follows Cynthia to her classes and then wanders around school.  Whenever he walks into one of my classrooms, I always say, "Hello Go-go!" and the kids do the same.