Philippines Ilagan Mission

By Craig Hancock

It was another average day as we approached another investigator's home. But this wasn't just any home.

"Go ahead, Elder! Tao po 'em!" Elder Sant told me.

"You go ahead..." I had already been here before and I knew that the area was a little too quiet: we had yet to see the large-mass of a dog that roamed the premesis.

"Fine, suit yourself!" I kind of inch back a step, not quite sure of where this dog might come from.

My companion lets loose a mighty "Tao po!" and we hear it.

Lumbering from behind the house, the dog comes bellowing around the corner, stops an inch from the knee of my companion, barks twice, then goes straight for my shin.

Mind you, he didn't really bite, but his teeth sure did smack hard into my shin. I was scared to death! I knew he was tough, but I had never thought he would come for me like that.

Henceforth I have said I was bitten by the devil... the dog's name was "Diablo"