Sons of female dogs

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Male dogs.

We spent the night at a new place, the home of other missionaries on furlough, now that the missionaries whose home we have been staying at to date are returning from furlough themselves, this evening, in fact. Now, we stayed here once before, when Rob had a Skype conference call meeting with fellow vernacular media folk in Chicago, which meant a late night for us. We were surprised when the guard dogs (and I now use the term loosely) began barking at 3AM. The barking then continued through the rest of the night and into the morning, until about 7AM or so. On the one occasion when Rob got up to see what was going on, they were all at the gate. However, Rob could see no one there. We chalked it up to things we couldn't see and just napped when we got back to the other missionaries place.

Well, they did it again last night. This time when Rob got up and looked out the window, he could clearly see that they were sitting in a circle, barking at... each other! Yes, they kept it up all night. We awoke this morning thoroughly exhausted.

When the maid arrived, I asked if they normally do that as she has been staying here nights, for security. She said, “Yes, every night.” I was aghast. She said that she “got used to it eventually”. Sigh. You know, this is not the first house I've stayed in that had so-called guard dogs that bark so much and so needlessly that they nullify their usefulness. I'm not sure what we're going to do about that. Pray that the Rodewalds can move out of their place quickly, I suppose, so that we can quickly be away from these crazy animals.

On the upside, it's nice to get online without having to drive across town to do so.