Once a scaredy little pup, Mr Wang has grown into a fearsome looking mutt who happily devours every scrap of unidentifiable organic matter on the ground and leaves a wealth of fertile deposits in the garden. Unfortunately, what appears superficially to be a dog is in fact a chicken in a hound hide, as the first evening riff of Lunar New Year fireworks sends him fleeing indoors to seek the security of sofas. And unless my brother accompanies him with a leash, he refuses to wander through the open gates into the neighbourhood. This might be a wiser move than it seems, for my duck waddled its lonesome way into a nearby alley to find a trio of menacing pooches unschooled in eastern hospitality. Alas, duck tails are too short to fit between their legs...
Poor doggie!
"Triggering the Grand Irrationality?"
Cowering in an obscure corner of the food pyramid
somewhere between the tofu and the unflavored yogurt
contemplating the juxtaposition of intangibles for all you are worth.....
Posted by: poetryman69 | 10 February 2008 at 09:28 AM
Very nice. Could you tell me what type of a dog that is? i am trying to research on the origin of the Philippine askal.
Posted by: euthymic | 25 February 2008 at 06:24 PM