"Dog"

This is the little guy who assaulted the Ikon the night we arrived. We never learned his name, but from the first morning until our wee-hours departure, he was a friendly, unbelievably well behaved companion. Whenever the cows got too close to the car or house, he would chase the whole herd back down the hill, and his early warning barks for humans were appreciated .

I've missed my family dogs every day since coming to SA, and having a week out in the wild with one was very good for my psyche. Though politely affectionate, this was the kind of dog most concerned with taking diligent care of us, and I think his performance went a long way toward tempering some of Lindsey's anti-canine upbringing. The only time he ventured into the house was during a sudden thunderstorm, and even then he sat at the threshold of the open door keeping an eye out for trouble. The night we left, I sat out on the steps trying as hard as I could to burn the image of the lamplit village into my head, and sitting nobly with me all the while, the dog was burned right in there with it.