Christmas gift

Sounds of crying from a young animal and sounds of beating filled the air. Grabbing my shoes I hurried down the road to intervene. By the time I'd reached the spot, the young men had gone back to work, laughing. In a corner, huddled down, was a small golden brown puppy, about 3 months old. There were spots of blood on his coat and he growled as I moved nearer. With soft word and time, he let me pick him up and we went back to my place.

After a little food and water, and one small encounter with the cat, he seemed less fearful and willing to explore. The two big dogs, Simaba and Tiger were tied up at their house. Taking Tiger with her chain to the front porch, we began the introduction process of this baby to a new auntie. After a few hours, it was clear that Tiger could manage him and he was willing to obey her. Simba wasn't quite so sure about this new addition and barked every time he saw this little intruder in our yard. (Today he is much quieter about it all.)

Here is shot of Tiger, coming to see what I'm doing.













Here is Siraf dozing in a corner at the back door.




I know I don't need 3 dogs, especially since this little guy might grow to be bigger than Simba. But for the time being, he is gift to us for Christmas. By the way, he has some Rhodesian Ridgeback genes, evidenced in the fur strip along his spine. These were the dogs used to hunt lions in southern Africa.
Hence his name, Siraf, meaning fearless.