What is it with people and sharpies?

The bullies look truly fearsome, and I would think that when they approach a stranger,-

  Running towards him or her looking like something just recently and hopefully only temporarily released from Hades or some other unsavory Stephen King place, they would scare the daylights out of whomever. Not so: it is happy little Iddy, skipping away like a baby goat, tail wagging, from whom the strangers flee in horror: just yesterday she was merrily chasing three Korean businessmen trough the banana trees. The businessmen yelped “chine dog! chine dog! ooouaah!” It took quite a bit of diplomacy to calm them and get them to sit down and have a beer…. (The whole thing ended with the bullies going free and Iddy doing time on a leash- grossly unfair. But it seems that she has to learn not to approach strangers. I’d rather not that she- nor do the other dogs for that matter do such thing anyways. But that is because I am afraid that the dogs might come to harm, i.e. being stolen and eaten or tormented in some thoughtless way as in children and so….

In the end the Koreans stayed - a big thunderstorm that hit helped of course. All went without further mishap: as Koreans are notoriously accident prone hereabouts, it was a lucky break: in my old guesthouse in snookyville I would automatically reach for the first aid kit upon their arrival, usually highly necessary- one once fell out of his bed and broke a collar bone…they also tended to drown when going to the beach or get their toes into the spokes of their motor bikes.(don’t ask.).

Iddy tends to get into inappropriate barking jags though: it is not always easy to shut her up, I tell her, in a rather sarcastic tone that she:” acts like a Dutch keeshond, is she a Dutch kees hond? - ooh how utterly utterly baaad.” That tends to do the job.

As none of us has been able to go to Phnom Penh recently, we all are out of dog food, and have to find other ways to feed the beasts: rice, and boiled bones and some meat tend to do the job. Yesterday a friend told me she fed hers with instant noodle soup. Great idea!! So I bought some and dished it up: three dogs and a cat looked at me like:” what is this? Are you a chef?? Surely we are not supposed to eat this crap???”” Is all you getting “I said. They looked me up and down and filed out to the avocado trees to steal some…looks like noodle soup is out…