I keep thinking we're done. Then the hot water heater explodes.
Since coming home, Trevor has been on a cleaning bender (it's what he does) that included washing the PC house dog (who, as you may recall, peed herself the other day). He managed to corral her during a rare moment when the water was on and got her all soaped up and clean. Then we all watched as she flung herself in freshly-dug dirt. (This is only because there is not yet a compost pile or trash pit to roll in.)
I know this behavior is a universal dog thing, but it pretty much sums up my relationship with Zambia at the moment.