Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dog Gone


As we mentioned in one of our earlier posts, when we finally came together with Thong, our landlord, he ever so casually asked if we would mind keeping his dog since the dog was used to this house and he was not able to have pets in his current home. P and I looked at each other and thought about it for half a second before we silently communicated no.

You can now see from the photos of the house that the only place for the pooch would be in the front courtyard. The thought of her pooping in what is essentially our front yard and having her pee permeate the brick did not fill us with joy. Plus, the humidity here is quite high - doggie poop and pee smells in this climate not so nice.

We informed Thong that we were really not prepared to take care of an animal and while he seemed disappointed he agreed to find someone to take the little creature.

The day we moved in, Thong sheepishly told us that he had not been able to find a new home for his dog and would we please reconsider. P and I stayed firm in our resolve , smiled, said so very sorry, but no.

Well it took a few more days but day before yesterday, Thong shows up and says some of his buddies will be here shortly to take the dog to his new home. Two men who are obviously good friends of Thong's show up on a motorscooter.

While I am wondering how they are going to transport the dog, one of the men takes a bag that is coarsely woven from plastic fibers and all three of the men proceed to grab the poor unsuspecting pooch and force her into the bag! Dog is NOT happy! Desperately trying to get out of the bag by running in circles while in the bag and howling as if she has gotten her leg caught in a vise. The men are trying to keep the dog in the bag long enough to tie a string around the top of it. Somehow they decided that one bag is not enough so they put the bagged dog in a second bag!

I am close to tears and I keep asking if the dog will be able to breathe. Oh, yes, yes, they assure me. Dog is fine. Only 30 minutes to their house.

With the second bag, they push the dog as close to the bottom of the bag as possible so she has zero room to move, they then secure her with various bungee cords and then drape her over the motorscooter with additional bungee cords and various plastic cords. Dog cannot move an iota. Has stopped howling. Reminds me of all those westerns we've seen with bodies slung over the back of a horse.

Off they ride with the dog while I continue to express concern for the dog and Thong assures me his friend loves animals, especially dogs. Thong even volunteers that his friend is a Buddhist and would never harm an animal. He seems to be assuring himself, as well as me.


Said doggie.


3 comments:

bisquiat said...

Oh lordy lordy lordy pie. I hope you get an update from the landlord.

Steve said...

Sort of too bad the dog is gone - she looks like she would make good eating.

Steve

Eileen said...

As you can see...it does not seem like folk at this end of the world have much trouble with transitions...Steve's throught was my guilty one as well :)