By golly, a stray dog was tailing mom and I during our morning walk today. Strangely, I had met the poor creature once yesterday at a hawker stall down the street and even recalled my lunch kaki, ClarisseF said he's eating the chicken bone, kesian leh. No no Clarisse, you were sadly mistaken. Sure, he's kesian because he was abandoned by some feckless owner but he wasn't eating chicken bone. He was helping me finish the one piece of chicken breast I fail to gnaw through and so, his puppy eyes told me to have a heart and share, which I did and it resulted to a good deed done and me (well, now you too) knowing about Clarisse's blindness to details. I keed, she's awesome.
The black-white spotted canine followed us from our house entrance all the way to the little hill that we climb, occasionally running ahead of us to stop and look back, as though we were his sheep. I beg your pardon, did I just said I am a sheep? Ah, never mind. Besides, mom made a mistake of greeting the dog, her usual playful tone as she speaks to all creatures great and small, and he became a fan. Possibly thinking we may take him in, or he may simply wanted a meal and a bath. Perhaps it wasn't my mother's fault, for he may have recognized me from yesterday, oh the horror.
But then again, I don't mind the extra company. It made a pretty eye-catching show too because other joggers thought he was ours. Alas, we had to split because his tummy guided him to the mamak restaurant nearby.
Oh yes, I think he looked like this:
I keed!
Vonnie S.
The black-white spotted canine followed us from our house entrance all the way to the little hill that we climb, occasionally running ahead of us to stop and look back, as though we were his sheep. I beg your pardon, did I just said I am a sheep? Ah, never mind. Besides, mom made a mistake of greeting the dog, her usual playful tone as she speaks to all creatures great and small, and he became a fan. Possibly thinking we may take him in, or he may simply wanted a meal and a bath. Perhaps it wasn't my mother's fault, for he may have recognized me from yesterday, oh the horror.
But then again, I don't mind the extra company. It made a pretty eye-catching show too because other joggers thought he was ours. Alas, we had to split because his tummy guided him to the mamak restaurant nearby.
Oh yes, I think he looked like this:
I keed!
Vonnie S.
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