Little Iddy, the Sharpei puppy  is not so little anymore, she is almost 4 and a half month old now.

She is soft and sweet and well adjusted, housebroken and still compulsively collecting ‘treasures’ behind the jackfruit tree and she guards her blanket, (woe betide the one who touches it, human or beast...). She sits and gives paws, comes- almost always when called and is a holy horror to all the neighborhood mutts…

They flee in terror when she approaches, no matter how big they are.

 Elvis and DT, the bulldogs decided to love her, and they get along, well, most of the time.

 Not so Iddy and the geese, which were rather mean to her at the best of times… Whenever Iddy decided to take a kip in the rather spare moment of sunshine in this rainy season, the geese would approach and bite her tail, and Iddy would be frantic, angry and... scared. Until yesterday: I was upstairs on my sleeping loft, when I heard a racket so hard you would not believe it, when I finally made it down the rather steep wooden ladder, a sight to behold greeted me: somehow the geese had decided that the rains were too much even for them: so they  walked straight into the restaurant, just to encounter the dogs, who would have none of  that :Elvis, Dt, and  Iddy (who got quite into the spirit of things), were chasing the geese around and around rather big main table., the geese too stupid to figure out how to flee running  around and around and so they went, the geese crapping all over the floor and the dogs having the time of their lives. Feathers flying every which way… Finally I managed to stop the merry go round by catching the geese by their throats- and getting quite scratched up in the process- and so I threw the geese out into the garden, the dogs looked at me like,  hey, whatdya do that for, it was so much fun’!’, (killjoys those humans!!!)

Soo, today, the geese had quite recovered from the shock and there was: Iddy snoozing away in the weak cloudy sun, and three guests- rather mean spirited, humorless  missionaries approaching down the garden path, the geese, in a bind: who to bite first? Iddy or the missionaries?? They decided on Iddy, meanwhile, the missionaries approaching stealthily. Iddy went: aww. You’re just geese!! And she went for them, geese all over the place, geese- followed by Iddy- and, as the garden path is slippery- some slip sliding missionaries somewhere in between– flying every which way, all over the place. Quite a mess. The missionaries did not have a sense of humor,   so they kinda muttered some and slipped away- in a squelchy huff-(not that I mind at all) followed by the geese, followed by Iddy, and the rest of the dogs in hot pursuit….

Ooh man that was fun, and there will yet be another nasty piece about me and my dogs -and my customers on some religious website…, as the place was packed with  local expats  who were having their week end brunch- all in stitches and the some…