Last weekend I visited a friend for two nights. On Friday, I went to feed Mama and her puppies. I was accompanied by a few the boys in the neighborhood. They are assisting me in my feeding efforts. I still had a half of bag of dog food and asked that they take care of the dogs while I was gone. There was really only enough food for one day. I also gave them the bowl that I use to give the dogs fresh water.
I came back on Monday and resumed my feeding chores. Since the boys still had my bowl, I only provided food. I was accompanied by one boy that night and he was very concerned that I wasn't providing water. In talking with my host sister, I found out that the boys had pooled their money and had purchased sausages for the dogs and bread. When asked by their parents why they were buying food for the dogs, they stated that they had promised Patti that they would take care of the dogs while she was gone.
Last night I found out that they have named two of the puppies. The mostly black one is Max and another is Rex. Perhaps they will tell me the third puppies name tonight.
I think that this is my best experience story to date. I am so proud of "my boys"
