Less Missy

At the house here in Egypt there are two dogs, Coco and Tara. Tara is old, has only 1 tooth, loves to beg food, and no matter how often she is bathed manages to smell like wet yucky dog. Coco is much younger and energetic. He loves to bark at everyone, show tons of affection to Tara (if you catch my drift), and runaway to get filthy dirty.

I have tried on many occasions to befriend Coco but no matter how hard I try he still Hates me. It is a constant joke between Ola, a woman who works here, and I. She thinks Coco is nice and I know he is magnoon (crazy in arabic).

Well today I was getting a bowl from the kitchen and Ola started to say "Missy, less Coco" over and over in a joking but reprimanding tone. Well this egged Coco on and he began barking ferociously at me. So Emal, another woman who works here, started to really scold me for bothering Coco. She doesn't speak a word of english so to the best of my ability I tried to explain that Ola had provoke him. We all had a good laugh as I took a hasty retreat. I asked Lula , the children's grandmother, what Ola had been saying to me and she had been saying to leave Coco alone. Well Ola, less Missy!

In other news I am officially registered for kiteboarding and will have a short lesson tomorrow with a longer one on Friday! Now I just have to pull myself out of bed in time to make it there.