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  • We have three pets in our house at the moment. Frabby, Scoby, and Pete. I can't really write this story without laughing. Oh Uganda.

    This morning a little before seven a.m. we hear a gentle knock our bedroom door. "Come in," I shout from my bed just barely awake.

    "The new rule is that kids can't come in the staff room anymore," replies one of the three kids that live with us named Sam.

    "Oh yeah." I say as I walk to the door. "Yes, what is it?"

    "There is a lady outside, I think you be knowing her. She has dog for you."

    June and I look at each other and Jenny wakes up to the thought. Curiously, I follow Sam out the front door and see a sweet little dog with this big African lady sitting alongside our driveway. I don't have any clue whatsoever who this lady is but the dog sure is cuter than any other dog I have seen in this country. She doesn't speak any English but all the boys have gathered around to figure out what is going to happen. And though she speaks long winded responses all they translate is "She found the dog around our place and she found out the owner's is Kate, but she took the dog to Kate and Kate say it is not her dog, so she wants to know if we want the dog."
    June and Jenny quickly say yes. Jenny has a soft spot for this dog, maybe for all dogs, perhaps even for all animals. If the morning isn't bizarre enough already, it becomes so quick. The lady proceeds to ask us for how much we will buy the dog. She starts at 100,000/= (about $40).

    June about dies saying, "You are telling me that you want me to pay you for a dog that you found. It isn't even your dog and you are trying to sell it."

    I would have loved to know how the boys translated that.

    The lady is just as flabbergasted as we are at the thought of just giving us the dog. She threatens to take it away. Then she decides to let it stay. I go inside, confused as usual at what is happening. Did she steal this dog and then try to make money off of it? Did she really just find the dog? And why does she keep mentioning that other mzungus (white people) have already offered her a higher price?

    As I start to brush my teeth and finish my morning routine, I hear one of the boys, Paul, talking to the dog outside my window.
    "This is you're home now. If they take you away from here you just come right back. This is your home and your family" he tells the new dog.

    A few seconds later he comes running in our room beaming with pride and announces to all the staff what lesson he has just told the dog. I smile a wide smile not quite sure how he beat me to that announcement. Not sure at all what negotiations were made to ensure that that indeed this was that dog's new home. Not sure when we became a home for lost and stray pets, volunteers and street kids.

    All the morning commotion fades to the background as I realize I have to run to the Ministry of Some Sort of Affairs to get another signature for our NGO status to be complete. I race away and then head straight to Kampala for a long and stressful day.

    Jenny calls while I am gone, "We got the dog back. I paid for her with my personal money. We settled at 50,000/=. She was just so cute."

    "We have to get a good name for her especially since our other two pets have horrible names" I mention.

    "Oh, that has already been done, her name is Frabby, Paul named her first thing."

    All the girls sleep in one room, that is just how it goes. June, Jenny, Amanda, me, Frabby, Scoby and Pete the cat if we can find her.
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