Dogs

It seems like a hard life to be a dog in this neighborhood.

There’s one small dog at the gate of our workshop with his owner the watchman (who also works in the workshop). This dog is very yappy and barks and snarls at everyone except me (and his owner). He strains with excitement on his short leash when I come in the gate and seems extremely grateful when I pet him.

We go for a walk almost every day after dinner or at lunch and have noticed all the small yappy dogs (good watch dogs). Wallace (his English is fluent) said almost all the dogs in the neighborhood are small because many big dogs have been stolen. A thief will come at night and feed the dog some food and catch the dog and take it to sell as meat.

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