The Best Morning Ever

So I only have five minutes to type this up. I think I can do it.

This morning I had planned on meeting Katie on the road at 8:30am to come into Kombo to write up our volunteer reports which are due next week. I was running around my house trying to get ready and pack up all the things I need for the day and I heard Mama, my youngest host sister, yelling outside with her friends. I didnt think anything of it. Yelling is a normal way to express any feeling here. I finished getting ready and walked outside, locked my door, and greeted Mama. She was standing near the door, dressed for school, trying to leave the compound. I look towards the door to our front gate, the only way to get out of the compound, and then I see what all of the yelling was about. A rabid dog was sitting there, right infront of the closed door, obviously freaking out because he couldnt get out, but still not leting anyone near him. I told Mama, who is terrified by dogs, it's ok, i'll make him leave. I've faced spiders bigger than this dog. I can do this. Just please don;t bite me. I started walking toward the dog and he barks, growls, paws at the ground, etc. Hmm. Rabies shots in the stomach aren't exactly what I was planning on doing with my week so I stood next to Mama, just staring at each other wondering how we were going to get out. I decided that maybe throwing Mangoes at the dog will scare him and he'll move from the door. This didnt even phase him. My host mother came walking out. "Munne keta?!" What happened?!. I told her the dog sitting there is crazy. She just laughed and shook her head, picked up a rock and threw it HARD at the dog. This still wasnt working, the shop owner came out to see what was going on and proceeded to literally kick the dog out of the compound. I made a dash for it, ran past the dog and was free. Out on our dirt road and on my way to the road to Kombo. While speed-walking towards the road I turn around and I swear I see the dog laughing while chasing Mama all the way to school.

Right after this happened I was walking behind a 5 or 6 year old boy walking home from the water pump holding a bucket of water on his head. I see his pants riding lower and lower until his little butt was completely out of his pants. Cutest thing ever. He's still holding the bucket with one hand and groping at his pants with the other hand, all the while I'm doubled over laughing at this little boy loosing his pants and Mama screaming at the top of her lungs being chased by a laughing dog. Best morning ever.