We were out of town for a couple of days. Went down to the Subic Bay Freeport for some business. We got back late yesterday to the news that Adobo, one of the ranch dogs, had been missing all day.
Our fears were that she had wandered off site and been snatched up for a traditional drinking snack of dog meat. The practice is supposedly banned by law, but it does still happen.
We were in the big communal kitchen having coffee with Imelda, our primary all around helper, when I heard some dogs barking near our house. Snoopy, our other dog was with us. One of the voices sounded like Adobo, so I went to investigate. I whistled for her as I walked towards the house.
About halfway there, I saw Adobo, followed by one of her frequent suitors. The boyfriend hung back, because I tend to toss rocks at him whenever I see him. Adobo came to me with her head and tail hung low, as if she was embarrassed to be caught out with her lover boy.