February 15, 2006
Bulldog isn't the most appropriate name for the thin white dog living in our compound. His features more resemble that of a fox. I feed him from time to time, so he follows me around like a hound. He's the first dog I've ever reached out to touch in Cameroon. It must have been a first for him too because he cowered away from me. This afternoon while I was eating on my stool on the veranda, he timidly approached me and licked my foot. Now there's rain pouring down, he's shivering and hovering very uncomfortably just inside my door.
