Once upon a time, we went to Zambia.
Ever since we arrived, we thought about getting a dog.
“Get a dog,” everyone said. “It’ll help keep an eye on the house.”
Some friends of ours had a dog that had puppies. But it didn’t quite work out for us to get one of them.
But still, we kept thinking about getting a dog.
There is a really nice dog at the guest house in Lusaka. The dog at the house in Chipata where we sometimes stay is very crazy (he and Sean get along well). It seemed like a dog was a good idea.
One night, Sean’s bike got stolen.
“If we had had a dog,” we thought, “this might not have happened.”
Then, some other friends of ours had a dog that had puppies – nine of them! The momma dog is German Shepherd. We got to see them at two weeks old on one of our trips to Chipata.
“Let’s see how they turn out,” we said. “Maybe we can take one of them.”
So we planned to get a puppy. We bought a one collar one leash and one food bowl and some flea dip and some deworming pills and one bag of puppy chow.
We had a bricklayer come and build a kennel in the backyard, in a nice shady spot next to the toolshed. We put up a chain link fence, so the puppy would have a nice place to stay.
This is the kennel we made:
“A puppy will be fun,” we thought. “We are all ready to get our puppy, just as soon as it is ready to leave his momma dog.”
We went to Chipata this past week.
We visited the friends with the puppies.
We looked at all of the frisky little pups. We watched them eat, and tumble around, and try to bite the laces of Sean’s shoes.
And this is what we came back from Chipata with:
MORAL: Don’t count your puppies before you see how cute they are.