3 months on he is more than ½ the size of Tiger, my female dog.
He loves to play, eat and sleep, not necessarily in that order.
Gracious friends brought toys for him so that our shoes, garden/yard tools and clothes on the line are not toys for him.
On Good Friday, all 3 dogs took off, through an open gate. Simba was caught within an hour, as he couldn't resist stopping for some trash by the edge of the road. Tiger returned on her own about 5 hours later, much the worse for wear – wet to the skin, wounded in her rear leg and moving very carefully and slowly. Siraf was no place to be found.
We hunted, sent out messages to local boda drivers, offering a small reward. Jackson and Ali walked in all the areas where they thought he might have gone. We were heart sick. There are many people here who fear dogs and think nothing of hurting or killing them. There are a few others who really like dogs and feel free to take strays home to their villages.
We prayed and worried for 3 days. On Easter Sunday morning, Samuel called me to say he had found Siraf. He'd spotted a man walking along our road, with a dog following behind. He ran down to the road, called Siraf's name. The puppy came running to him. Samuel brought him home, gave him water. There was much rejoicing, amongst all of us and the big dogs too.
I'm thinking of changing his name to Siraf Ressurection. Or maybe Siraf Prodigal. What do you think?
Here is a today photo of him.
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