Saturday is often a dog's one day of the week to step outside the family compound. He's in their home for security reasons. There's no point in walking the dog--his family doesn't want him tired out, he has to save his energy to ward off intruders. But on Saturday the only things that separate a dog from the wider world are a ten year old boy and a flimsy chain. Sometimes the dog to boy ratio is three to one, and I can only watch and hope the boy makes it. There's plenty of drama en route--the dogs fight, the boys fight, the chains get tangled--but usually the dogs don't make their break for freedom. Instead they all get dunked in the communal flea bath. Saturday is dog-dipping-day! After the dip comes a nice return walk full of interesting smells and social interactions, and then back to work till next Saturday.
