He Punted Baxter!

I decided to be proactive this morning. Samson always wakes me up around 6AM when the sun comes up, so this morning I popped up, drank some tea, read my Bible, and went out for a stroll in the early morning sunshine. We walked all the way to the river and back, through the palmery. (About a 1.5 hour walk).

Samson was pretty good about following me, except whenever there were other people walking on the dirt road, which was often. One crotchedy old fella came towards us and Samson pulled his typical: running up to him, standing in front of him and wagging his tail expectantly. The old fool looked down at him ... and did the unthinkable. He grunted, pulled back his leg.. and punted him a yard. And went on his way. Poor little Samson was howling in pain.

He punted Baxter! Oh oh oh... I'm so angry! I'm in a glass case of emotion! (You can really only appreciate those lines if you've seen Anchorman.) Well, that's what I felt like. Felt like punching him. I demanded that he stop, turn around and look at me. "Sir, this is my dog. Please do not do that!" He just made the hand signal that means, who cares, or what were you thinking allowing your stupid little dog to walk in front of me ..

Of course, he was the one mean man among dozens and dozens of happy Moroccans on their way to school and work, weeding in the fields or out joyriding on motorcycles (or donkeys).