Each monastery has a dog to chase off unexpected visitors.
Our dog is a yappy little thing that wouldn’t scare a fly and keeps me away at night constantly barking because it is locked up in a cage.
Apparently this is for his it’s own protection as the last dog was eaten by a tiger! There has also been sightings of a leopard roaming around. So at night I stay in my room just in case but during the day I jog around the hills and observe the tamer animals.
This morning on my mountain jog I ran past cows, chickens, had to stop for a herd of goats to pass by and nearly stepped on a frog: all with an eagle soaring above me.
It makes struggling up the hills, panting and red-faced all worthwhile.