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Friday, July 08, 2005

My Dog (2)

Once again, I find that the time is ripe to blog.

About my dog.

And it's inconsiderate nature.

My dog, as some readers might remember, has the habit of depositing brown molten material in my room.

To curb that, I have taken on the mission of walking him everyday.

An inclusion into my daily timetable that has violently disrupted it.

--------Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday

3pm-
5pm Games Games Games Games Games

5pm -------------WALK DOG---------------

6pm- Games Games Games Games Games
sleep

Utterly annoying.

Walking my dog ain't exactly a walk in the park.

My Dog has the habit of trying to attract attention, by all means necessary.

And I do mean BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY.

My dog has:

- deposited shit onto the ground in front of a group of malays.

- deposited shit onto the ground in front of a group of indians.

- cleared his anus in front of a playground with kids screaming/exclaiming,
"Ahhh! Da bian!"

- cleared his anus on the grass beside Hua Yi Secondary with teenagers playing basketball/volleyball, screaming/exclaiming, "Ahhh! Da bian!"

Obviously, though these acts were attention grabbing enough, it didn't fulfil his desire.

He had to perform one final act.

The incident happened yesterday, July 7th, 17.23pm.

I was leading my dog towards Hua Yi Secondary school.

Void decks lined the path to Hua Yi Secondary.

One particular void deck was decorated in white.

"Either a funeral wake or a malay traditional wedding." I thought.

Suddenly, My dog tugged at the line.

He was heaving his entire body weight against the line.

Fearing it might break, I followed him.

He ventured closer to the special void deck.

I saw, at this point, that it was a funeral wake.

I was about to pull him away when he started performing the sarced ritual of encircling a strip of fertile soil.

Then it came.

He began to carry out the obscenely disgusting act of egestion.

Right in front of those attending the funeral wake.

All became silent.

Each pair of eyes bore into me, as if I had committed a terrible crime.

And still my dog trotted away indignantly, oblivious to the hatred he had induced, all because he had to do his 'Business'.

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 8:48 PM