Doggie Do Little

Abi: So we landed in our ripe and ready field of Hungary looking forward to the hardships and joys of the missionary life. When we arrived we stayed in a retired brothel in the middle of no where. After taking several walks through town we came to the conclusion that the ratio was three to one, dogs over humans.

John: That first winter was hard. I sort of got the feeling like I had just gotten off the Mayflower (the airplane) and landed in some strange and freezing land that was compounded by the fact that we didn’t have any heating where we slept and the only thing that we had to keep warm was each other. We would curl up at night in the living room/kitchen on a fold out couch happy that we were suffering for the name of Christ.

And then the most wonderful thing happened! (Not) Abi went ta sheking (tracking) one day and came back with the ugliest little mutt you could ever imagine. The thing was spoiled from day one and it just go worse from there on out. It would roll around in the mud all day and then at night it would sit by our bed and howl till Abi couldn’t take it anymore and invite it into bed with us. The second the thing got tucked between us in bed it would hang out its slobbery tongue, drool on anything in range (me) then call it a night. Against my better judgment I allowed it the first night only because I had this immense love for Abi, but by the time I woke up the next morning I felt like I had lost a pint or two of blood and had a terrible case of the itches. I don’t think that I every saw fatter, happier ticks then I did that morning. Thinking back on that time now I see that is probably one of the first pant legs Abi squeezed into cueing up to take her rightful place as the head of our soon to be family. And to think that my dominance of our relationship started to unravel because of a dog! It makes me cringe.
So for the next three months Abi cradled and loved the dog and I fed the ticks! Abi still thinks to this day that the mutt was a pure bred. And I just don’t have the heart to break it to her.

Abi: To give the readers a better idea of what happened we EVENTUALY got rid of the dog. Which by the way WAS a full bred Chiwawa (see picture below).
So you see in the end it was really John that was wearing the pants of the relationship.

John: Thanks Abi for giving me that false sense of security.

Abi: Your welcome baby.

Posted on March 25th, 2006 by John
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