So I had this dog named Camille for the past few months,
ever since we got back from Australia. She was very cute and tiny and kind of a
jerk. You know how puppies like to bite? She was like that. Extremely nibbly.
So small!
Anyway, I got really fond of her and I used to take her
everywhere. She would follow me to the market, to the nakamal, to work,
everywhere. When I first got her, she was really dirty and bony and covered in
ticks, but I got her to be (relatively) fat and much cuter. Also got her
tick-free thanks to a collar.
I took her up to Santo at the beginning of the month when I
went to see Sam for her goodbye party. I was somewhat worried that she would
get lost there, but she was totally fine. We thought that the dog in Sam’s
yard, Roxie, hated Camille … but then we realized that, no, Roxie loved Camille, and so everything was
fine.
I flew back to Malekula, and went to a funeral that
afternoon for Mami Jacqueline’s cousin … and someone stole my dog while I went
over to express my condolences. Haven’t seen Camille since. Hopefully, whoever
stole her has a bunch of children who will be very happy to have a new puppy,
and will treat Camille well. But once again: who steals a dog from a funeral?
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