So I come home from work covered in cream under my clothing, I am told I have to wash all clothing, sheets, extra stuff the dog has been around (which means my neighbor is going to be making some money, since I pay her to do my laundry, now no comments on this part of my Swazi experience. Kidding, I understand that I am bordering on Posh Corps)
Now normally he is waiting at the bathroom door when he hears me come in and then we go outside right away, Most of the time I think he pees at the door from excitement. Anyway, he is sitting on his bed obviously not feeling well, but he gets up and drunkly walks outside stubbles down the steps, I laughed really hard at the tubble and he pees and goes to climb back up the steps. He is so small that going up is hard work and he basically can’t make it up. Strange but then he is drunk, and I can remember a couple of times I couldn’t make it up steps.
Anyway, I help in the house and pack him away back in the bathroom and head off to soccer practice.
When I come home more of same but he kind of seems worse, he hasn’t eaten which is also different this dog eats anything. But Russians, popcorn and bananas are his favorite so far that I have discovered.
Anyway, we play around a little but he obviously doesn’t feel well. At around 1030, I put him back in the bathroom, he isn’t allowed ever in my room, where he sleeps.
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