22 February, 2012

Twooney Ibn Maadi

Twooney playing 

He was the first friendly face who welcomed me to my new neighborhood.  I named him Twooney Ibn Maadi because he never leaves Maadi, my neighborhood, and Twooney because of his two lives; he got hit by a car yesterday morning, but got away without a scratch.  The lad can't be more than four months old.  

The only times to catch Twooney and his band is early in the morning, before people appear in the streets.  I'm afraid of feeding him and the other dogs too much.  I can't take him back to France with me, and he would not learn the necessary scavenging skills if I consistently provide him with food.  

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