He snuffed in every corner, in the barn, in the cow-shed, in the henhouses, in the vegetable garden, and found traces of Snowball almost everywhere. He would put his snout to the ground, give several deep sniffs, ad exclaim in a terrible voice, ‘Snowball! He has been here! I can smell him distinctly!’ and at the word ‘Snowball’ all the dogs let out blood-curdling growls and showed their side teeth.















The highway to Wafra Farms is almost deserted until you reach a roundabout where you'd see lines of private farms with huge green and farmhouses. It's a surprise that in the middle of a desert, the Kuwait farmers manage to produce edible crops and decorative plants (more of a latter, really). I noticed that most of the boxed vegetables (except maybe for the green veges and tomatoes) being sold in Wafra Farms are not locally produced. They're priced lower than in the city market because Wafra Farms is the distribution center of veges in the Eastern part of Kuwait.