Maybe it was because we have the same last name. Perhaps it s the leftovers I feed him. Either way, he runs alongside my motorbike when I head to the main road to make sure I get there safely. And he barks in the middle of the night to act as security, though that might really be to remind me that there s an obnoxious dog on the porch just in case I was sleeping too soundly to realize it. So it looks like he and I might just be spending Christmas together.
Rice is a given.
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