Dear The Paw Tribe, 

Thank you for my new collar. The collar my mom had for me before was very plain, but the leather and beading on this one is more my style.

But, the reason I am writing is for some advice. I accidentally killed one of my mom's chickens. Yes, I know it's horrible, but I didn't mean to. I thought the chickens were playing hide-and-seek with me. I got caught up in the excitement of feathers flying in every direction and squawking chickens running in circles that I lost control. I had been trying to get into the chicken house for weeks and finally I managed under the wires. I felt so clever and victory was sweet until my mom was screaming and crying and a chicken was laying upside down covered in blood. Only then did I realize what I had done. 

Now my mom won't talk to me. She fed me cold rice for dinner last night and sent me to my room. I figured today would be better but she wouldn't even pet me in her chair this morning while she drank her coffee. I feel rejected. She keeps calling me bad dog. What can I do to win the affection of my mom again? Fortunately, my dad still loves. Please I need your help. 

Sincerely with puppy eyes, 

Ginger, the African Princess 

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To see more pictures of me and hear more about my wild adventures in Ethiopia, follow my adopted mom @elizabeth.j.w.spencer (instagram) and at www.makingmebrave.com. 

Dear Paw Tribe friends, 

Sharing some snaps of my life in Mekelle, Ethiopia (in the north!).

Me and my American mom. Isn't she just the sweetest? 

Cruising around the streets in the coolest ride in town. 

My American dad. He's the best at belly rubs. 

Life is never a dull moment in our household.... from electricity breaks to water outages, there's always something to fix and always someone I can give snuggles to. That's our house and my yard. 

 Read below for my birth story. 

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To see more pictures of me and hear more about my wild adventures in Ethiopia, follow my adopted mom @elizabeth.j.w.spencer (instagram) and at www.makingmebrave.com. 

Hi, I am Ginger. I was born and bred in Ethiopia, but my birth parents are an American Viszla and an American Pitbull that immigrated to Ethiopia to find a better life for themselves. Let’s face it, the food in Ethiopia for dogs is so much better than America. In America, they feed dogs these hard round balls, here I get fresh meat, eggs and bones every day. My mom tries to sneak some veggies and rice in there too, but that’s okay.

My adopted parents are also American humans and I have no idea why they immigrated to Ethiopia. The food for humans here looks far worse. I still haven’t gotten their really names since they both call each other “Babe.” My human Mom is not as fun as my human dad. He plays with me, takes me on walks and throws stuff for me to catch. Mom sits in her chair and looks at a bunch words on paper. Boring.

I spend most of my time eating, napping, cuddling with  mom and chasing the chickens. I love walks but it is hard to get my dad to walk fast enough. The best part of my day is when I hear the car pulling in the driveway and the gate unlatching. I dart around the back of the house to greet my dad. On the weekends we all cuddle in our chairs.

That’s a snapshot of me. I am Ginger, the African Princess. 

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To see more pictures of me and hear more about my wild adventures in Ethiopia, follow my adopted mom @elizabeth.j.w.spencer (instagram) and at www.makingmebrave.com.