I just read through my blog and realized that I have no entries here about my life in Sr
i Lanka. Well, it will take more than one entry to lay that out but I better start somewhere. First off, it is hot and humid and for a dog with lots of long hair, that is not a particularly good combination. Thank god for air conditioning, especially at night. I was going to say it makes sleeping easier, but I really do not have a problem with that day or night. Now one reason that I have written so little (ok none), is that I have been really sick for the last 9 months. I won’t go into all the details as I have always hated an old dog that only talks about his maladies, but that is the main topic theses days. The big problem has been a devastating disease, Tick Fever, caused by a nasty little parasite named babesia. You would not believe it. This disease destroys red blood cells, causes neurological damage, and muscle wasting. In other words it’s a bitch, and I do not mean my female friends across the lane! I have had more trips to the vet and intravenous drips and drugs than you can imagine. “They” say, the cure is worse that the sickness. They are spot on! I also have gone for day without eating. I am very stubborn though, at least that is what I keep hearing from my humans, and I stuck it out. I am feeling much better for now. I have also retained my striking good looks, at least that’s the talk on the street!
Tick Fever has not been the only thing wrong. I have had other infection
s, a huge fatty deposit on my shoulder, toe nail problems and maybe even a small stroke. But hey, like I said I am doing very well now and even chased a nasty, smelly street dog at full throttle into traffic yesterday. Oh yeah, I am not supposed to talk about that because I did get into a bit of trouble over that incident.
Ok, so Sri Lanka. What to say, I live my pretty much the same everywhere I go. Although, there are a lot more people coming and going out of this compound than anyplace else I have lived. Well there is the house keeper, the cleaner-gardener, the constant deliveries of water, mail, meter readers, the boss’ driver, the constant in and out of the guards. I never had so many people around me before. Does not bother me though, I like the attention and every person brings another opportunity for falling food. I have gotten much luckier at begging, and having been sick all that time loosened people up a lot.
So back to my life, three walks a day minimum, if not by Bob, than by one of the guards. My best friend, Bennie, lives down the lane. We love to meet up
when I am out for a walk. We have a special game we play, sniff, sniff, pee, sniff, pee, sniff! I absolutely love that game and just cannot get enough of it. I have another friend, Sky. She is a large and getting bigger German Shepard pony, er, I mean puppy who just loves to see me out and about. It has taken me a while to get used to her jumping and wiggling so much but I have come to love her after all. In human years she is about 84 years younger than me. It is important to show young kids that us old folks can be young at heart. And as far as the age difference thing, – us dogs never use that 7 dog years for every human year formula anyway. We stay much younger at heart that you people do. I think we just love more and do so unconditionally.