Monday, December 23

Yesterday, when I got back from the DGD sessions, Irma had rescued a dog that had sheltered next door during the recent rains and then stayed there. She rescued it when she noticed some of the people who live there stoning it. She also noticed that it had obviously not eaten for a week or more and could hardly stand up.

It greeted me with a weak kind of joy and by bedtime had obviously decided that, from now on, we would play the role of its humans.

Irma named her Shanti and this morning it got on with the business of living with us. It seems to have a perfect temperament and no temper at all.