New dog

Kilo is a perfect gentleman. Doesn't cause trouble, is quiet and well mannered, helps out where he can. A few days after Tiger died I went to Uganda's one and only pet shelter to talk with the manager there about my need for a guard type dog. Shiraf would be really noisy if he were the only dog here, not to mention spoiled.

After looking at puppies, disabled dogs, barking dogs, nursing dogs and wondering a bit what I was doing, we went to a quieter part of the compound. We talked about the one dog that I liked at first sight. He let me know she was so friendly as to almost invite the thieves in. He then pointed out a dog he thought would be a good dog for guarding. I wasn't too impressed. He then showed me a very alert, strong looking dog, about 3 years old. He was colored like a Springer Spaniel, but with short course hair all over.

After checking with the driver, who agreed we could try to take him in the car, without a cage, we loaded up for the 45 ride home. Kilo laid quietly on the seat with one of his feet on my legs as we sat together on the back seat. When we came home, he went fairly easily on a leash into the compound, where Siraf began to bark furiously over the intrusion.

We are 2 1/2 weeks along now and they get on very well. They take turns keeping the quard company at the house next door and sleeping on my front step. Everyone seems to like this new guy very much.

So glad the shelter is there and knows its animal well.

Changes

Some times I marvel at how well all things work together. Yesterday was one of those days. No snafus with the copy machines at HIS, finished with all the work by 11 and on my way home. Got in a good nap and enjoyed house group very much.

Today, spent over 5 hours just sorting data sheets, sending out notices to ministry team leaders giving contact names, etc for newcomers who want to help out. Felt like I was slogging through mud up to my knees.

Did take time out to watch the dogs play keep away with a ball. They plaed very nicely and took turns too.

There are days when the body goes more stiffly or slowly than I'd like. And many days when it seems I can't hold a single thought more than 2 seconds. I guess it is called the aging process. I want to act, move, multi-task as I did when I was 40. It is hard to admit those days are long gone. Doing one thing at a time and doing it well is enough. Better yet, not having to "do" anything and able to delegate, request others to assist or just forget the task all together. Now there is a great idea...

I wouldn't go back to any other age, even if I could. I do like who I am now. But find myself wondering more this year, what I will be like when I am 70. Don't know. With any luck I might even forget the question. lol