Alright y’all. I may be living in rural ghana at the moment, but I finally have decent enough wifi to be on tumblr and upload pictures. WHICH MEANS. Look at my puppy. This is my scrappy butt. I’ve known him since he was six weeks old, and nearly black he was so dark. November sixth he will be five months old, and hopefully by then he can actually come home with me.
Very short introduction!! This is Gyata (jata, the gy is like in “gym”). In Fanti it means “lion,” and right now the little guy may be all of six pounds or so, which means the people in my village think his name is freaking hilarious. I do too, particularly when he comes running and his ears no longer follow physics. They do weird things, those ears. He’s been my saving grace and the light of my days, ultimately he’s the reason I’ve been having less and less anxiety and more and more energy to actually work. He’s just so care free! Most of the time. He really doesn’t like men… if he sees a group of them and I don’t outright shelter him, Gyata bolts… Something to work on. But for now, LOOK AT MY AFRICAN VILLAGE BABY HE’S SUCH A NERD