Isn’t there a show about this? Where people play practical jokes to someone on tape to see how much they can stand before freaking out? Well. I reached that point. I don’t really like admitting it. But Saturday night, I went crazy. I don’t think there is a better way to put it. I literally threw the dog, slammed doors and yelled profanity to my host family. If you have read my blog in the past, I have probably mentioned this horrible animal and how much I have come to despise her. She barks and no one controls her. She has complete freedom and drives me insane. Literally.
She started barking at loud music at 10pm. She doesn’t understand where the noise is coming from so barks at it. By 11 I gently put her outside the compound walls so I could go to sleep. But 11:30 someone had let her back in the compound, and was yet again, barking NON STOP! I went out and found my host mom throwing rocks at her as some poor attempt to quiet her down. By 12:30, I had it. I grabbed her by the neck and threw her outside the door. But she’s a fast little thing, and got back inside before I had the chance to close the door. So I caught her again and threw her again, and kicked her to try and close the door quickly. She still got back in. By that point, my host mom heard the commotion and came out. I slammed the huge, metal compound door and said words in English that I’m sure, along with the tone, translates to just about any language.
The next day, after escaping Bambey to Dakar, I called my host family. I gave my host mom and ultimatum: me or the dog. Well, she is very worried about thieves, so I’m out. I talked with PC and have since visited a new apartment on the opposite side of town. Hopefully next week PC will approve of my new place and I will be a much happier PVC.
Back to Dakar. To breath. To sit at the pool or lay out on the beach. To relax. Since I just keep having people remind me that I gave up stress for 2009.
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