There is a big reddish colored dog that hangs around one of the lalanga huts. (That’s where the women weave mats.) His name is Nike. Unlike most of the tired-looking skinny mutts around the village, Nike looks healthy and well fed.
The women warn us not to get too close, as Nike bites.
I ate Nike Wednesday night.
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That story is funny! I'll have to get out the atlas to see where the stories are taking place.
Joan
It was a pretty funny story besides the fact that Nike was my neighbors dog. He was very healthy, and pretty damn friendly as well.
I think John talked his host family into eating him. ha ha
fellow PCV
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