Friday, November 25, 2005
I suppose it is about time I introduced you the individuals that have come to contribute greatly to my life over the last 2 months or so. Individuals that have helped to shape and mold me and my character into what it is today. That's right I'm talking about the dogs from camp.
I personally am more of a cat person. But there seems to be a serious shortage of cats in Taiwan. Most of the locals here seem to prefer dogs. I wonder why? Dogs have always seemed abit dull to me, not unlike being in a constant state astonishment( WOW! A rock! I've never seen that before! Better go sniff that. WOW! Another rock!...). Unlike cats, who always appear to have a certain zen calm about them. Why by way of comparison between the two just imagine them as dinner guests with you sitting at the opposite end of the table.
The cat sitting with all serenity in the world and his uncle, slender body propped up by her velvet paws, eyes wide and attentive. Leaving the poached salmon with truffles and a squeeze of lemon un touched. Patiently waiting for the next course to arrive, because you blew it, you totally forgot that kitty
hates lemon and kitty never eats anything with a squeeze of lemon.
The dog at this point of time would be attempting to scale the table to get to you. Dishes come sliding off the table as the clumsy canine culinary criminal fantically tries to reach you across the room via the most direct route. The thought of getting off his seat and walking towards you way beyond his limited intellect. He reaches your end and without warning, expresses his romantic interests in your leg. Despite your efforts to get him to heel, your shouting and hand waving only spurs him on.
The cat in the midst of all this hullabaloo, starts taking haughty sniffs at the remainder of the food set in front of her before taking nibbles out of choice spots, carefully avoiding the truffles and lemon. In between mouthfuls she watches you with sincere apathy (or if your cat is the sort that has had the *snip* *snip*, bewilderment).
The dog, satisfied with his romeo-like exploits sits down beside your chair and begins to clean his more intimate regions with his tougue. Yes the same tougue that licks you on the face when you get home. That SAME tougue that shares the ice-cream spoon with you. You sit in a crumple heap, shirt tucked, rolled up newspaper in hand. And two things dawn on you, first why on earth are you having pets as dinner guests and secondly as far as pets go you really really want a LARGE python.
But I digress. There are basically 3 dogs worthy of notice in this camp. A sandy brown mutt with mild wolf-like features (Submissive), a patchy black one with a squashed face (Bo Bo), and a long haired black one with brown streaks( Untouchable). Of the three, we (the workshop people) tend to socialise with Submissive the most. Submissive being so called because he is... well submissive. Bo Bo being the Alpha male. And untouchable well named because no one has been able to come into contact with her.
Dog: Submissive
Rxtion to newcomers: Brings head very low to the ground and sort of crawls towards you.
Behavior: Generally speaking Submissive will let you do anything to him, and i do mean anything. For example he's been dragged across the entire workshop floor by just his paw and at the end of it still retained his dog-like "huh?" attitude. Others in the workshop handle him in a more disturbing manner. Typically (how to put this for the younger audiences) some of them make the dog VERY happy. Which explains why when i first met Submissive his first reaction was to crawl up to me, lie down on the floor belly up and part his hind legs. I have since endeavoured to correct this behavior though it is hard seeing as how other members seem to find stimulating a canine very entertaining.
Dog: Bo Bo
Rxtion to newcomers: Being the alpha male Bo Bo naturally feels the need protect his territory. For this reason he barks at new comers and will keep barking and you for as long as it takes until you say the password.
What is this password? Listen carefully I shall only say this once, Bo Bo. Yes that's right just call him Bo Bo and he'll leave you alone.
Behavior: Which believe me you'd want him to. You see Bo Bo smells, not like a little doggy smell, but pungent funkafied dog. The kind of stench that sends birds in the air (not that there are any since winter is coming) plummeting to the ground kamakazi style, the kind of stench that pulls planes out of the air and brings traffic to a grinding halt. I have my suspicions that Bo Bo is a top secret military trained guard dog solely responsible for the safety of this camp. In fact I'm pretty sure of it no human spy can endure such nasal brutality. No offense Bo Bo (if you're reading this post) but maybe in the doggy world the scent you carry is hubba hubba for the lady dog friends of yours. But please, for humanity's sake, take a bath.
Being the Alpha male is not without risks. Bo Bo has his share of battle scars. One on the face and one on the butt. Yes you read me right, the butt, the center of gravity, the burdensome buns, the End that is near, the butt. No doubt from some internal squabble between him and his lady friends. Which is abit sad, seeing the wound you almost want to get closer to him to inspect and treat it, almost.
As for the last Dog no one really knows anything about her. She just doesn't let anyone approach her. We've tried everything to tempt her, food, alcohol, Bo Bo, Bo Bo with food and alcohol but nothing.
That is all for the dogs. I wish i could say i have some else important to do to excuse myself from extending the already considerable length of this post, but i don't. It's friday and i've been forced to take an OFF today. I've spent the entire day looking for anime to watch, playing maplestory (and getting bored of it VERY fast) and reading other blogs.
I am including another constant for my posts. I will include at the end of every post a phrase or fact from the vastness of my great wisdom, knowledge and imagination to spur you all on and enrich your lives.
Today's Jon's Gem: Monkeys are rich in Vitamin C go out there and grab one today!
That is all
Jon.P
I personally am more of a cat person. But there seems to be a serious shortage of cats in Taiwan. Most of the locals here seem to prefer dogs. I wonder why? Dogs have always seemed abit dull to me, not unlike being in a constant state astonishment( WOW! A rock! I've never seen that before! Better go sniff that. WOW! Another rock!...). Unlike cats, who always appear to have a certain zen calm about them. Why by way of comparison between the two just imagine them as dinner guests with you sitting at the opposite end of the table.
The cat sitting with all serenity in the world and his uncle, slender body propped up by her velvet paws, eyes wide and attentive. Leaving the poached salmon with truffles and a squeeze of lemon un touched. Patiently waiting for the next course to arrive, because you blew it, you totally forgot that kitty
hates lemon and kitty never eats anything with a squeeze of lemon.
The dog at this point of time would be attempting to scale the table to get to you. Dishes come sliding off the table as the clumsy canine culinary criminal fantically tries to reach you across the room via the most direct route. The thought of getting off his seat and walking towards you way beyond his limited intellect. He reaches your end and without warning, expresses his romantic interests in your leg. Despite your efforts to get him to heel, your shouting and hand waving only spurs him on.
The cat in the midst of all this hullabaloo, starts taking haughty sniffs at the remainder of the food set in front of her before taking nibbles out of choice spots, carefully avoiding the truffles and lemon. In between mouthfuls she watches you with sincere apathy (or if your cat is the sort that has had the *snip* *snip*, bewilderment).
The dog, satisfied with his romeo-like exploits sits down beside your chair and begins to clean his more intimate regions with his tougue. Yes the same tougue that licks you on the face when you get home. That SAME tougue that shares the ice-cream spoon with you. You sit in a crumple heap, shirt tucked, rolled up newspaper in hand. And two things dawn on you, first why on earth are you having pets as dinner guests and secondly as far as pets go you really really want a LARGE python.
But I digress. There are basically 3 dogs worthy of notice in this camp. A sandy brown mutt with mild wolf-like features (Submissive), a patchy black one with a squashed face (Bo Bo), and a long haired black one with brown streaks( Untouchable). Of the three, we (the workshop people) tend to socialise with Submissive the most. Submissive being so called because he is... well submissive. Bo Bo being the Alpha male. And untouchable well named because no one has been able to come into contact with her.
Dog: Submissive
Rxtion to newcomers: Brings head very low to the ground and sort of crawls towards you.
Behavior: Generally speaking Submissive will let you do anything to him, and i do mean anything. For example he's been dragged across the entire workshop floor by just his paw and at the end of it still retained his dog-like "huh?" attitude. Others in the workshop handle him in a more disturbing manner. Typically (how to put this for the younger audiences) some of them make the dog VERY happy. Which explains why when i first met Submissive his first reaction was to crawl up to me, lie down on the floor belly up and part his hind legs. I have since endeavoured to correct this behavior though it is hard seeing as how other members seem to find stimulating a canine very entertaining.
Dog: Bo Bo
Rxtion to newcomers: Being the alpha male Bo Bo naturally feels the need protect his territory. For this reason he barks at new comers and will keep barking and you for as long as it takes until you say the password.
What is this password? Listen carefully I shall only say this once, Bo Bo. Yes that's right just call him Bo Bo and he'll leave you alone.
Behavior: Which believe me you'd want him to. You see Bo Bo smells, not like a little doggy smell, but pungent funkafied dog. The kind of stench that sends birds in the air (not that there are any since winter is coming) plummeting to the ground kamakazi style, the kind of stench that pulls planes out of the air and brings traffic to a grinding halt. I have my suspicions that Bo Bo is a top secret military trained guard dog solely responsible for the safety of this camp. In fact I'm pretty sure of it no human spy can endure such nasal brutality. No offense Bo Bo (if you're reading this post) but maybe in the doggy world the scent you carry is hubba hubba for the lady dog friends of yours. But please, for humanity's sake, take a bath.
Being the Alpha male is not without risks. Bo Bo has his share of battle scars. One on the face and one on the butt. Yes you read me right, the butt, the center of gravity, the burdensome buns, the End that is near, the butt. No doubt from some internal squabble between him and his lady friends. Which is abit sad, seeing the wound you almost want to get closer to him to inspect and treat it, almost.
As for the last Dog no one really knows anything about her. She just doesn't let anyone approach her. We've tried everything to tempt her, food, alcohol, Bo Bo, Bo Bo with food and alcohol but nothing.
That is all for the dogs. I wish i could say i have some else important to do to excuse myself from extending the already considerable length of this post, but i don't. It's friday and i've been forced to take an OFF today. I've spent the entire day looking for anime to watch, playing maplestory (and getting bored of it VERY fast) and reading other blogs.
I am including another constant for my posts. I will include at the end of every post a phrase or fact from the vastness of my great wisdom, knowledge and imagination to spur you all on and enrich your lives.
Today's Jon's Gem: Monkeys are rich in Vitamin C go out there and grab one today!
That is all
Jon.P
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