This is Dog. He is my first baby. I got him as a puppy, but when I left for the Peace Corps I had to leave my four legged baby with first my roomate and then with my parents. He just joined me again in late 'o5. Poor dog doesn't have it nearly as easy as he used to. His back legs don't work well so he can't climb stairs anymore. We're also trying to merge Ghanaian and American culture and in his case, the Ghanaian culture seems to have won. They treat their dogs like, well, dogs. Americans treat their dogs like babies. We go see him occasionally, but he isn't the constant presence that he used to be. Poor Dog.
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