Little Iddy has not been on speaking terms with me for the better part of a day: she came home from an extended foray in the garden, where he had amused herself with unspeakable things, even Elvis normally the uncondended master when it comes to rolling in lovely debris, took one whiff, was truly impressed and went off presumably to find the source of this particular heaven. Iddy, who by now was proudly stinking up the restaurant got caught and transported to the bathtub, which is now –thanks to half a liter of bleach- free of leaches. She got her bath, got dried off and took refuge under the big table where she took turns sulking and torturing the cat.
When it was time of our walk, she came around.
the dogs have been out of sorts today anyways, well deserved as it turned out. Yesterday evening they did greet our guests with a lot more than their usual enthusiasm, they jumped and smiled and barked and danced. Took me a while to figure it out: the guys were very, very happy and very, very drunk…:
One of the specialties in the restaurant is a German rumtopf: a dessert/drink concoction of rum, (tropical) fruit and sugar... In the west this thing takes about six month to get ‘ripe’ enough for consumption, here it takes about three days. After a while, the left over fruit and rum will turn and blow bubbles and get very, very alcoholic and should not be consumed anymore. This load was a goner. And as two bottles of rum are on their way up from phnom penh, I told Bongserrei to throw it away…. So she did, only instead of throwing it into the toilet or the river, the threw it out of the window, and well, the dogs found the fruit and ate it….
On the goose, or should I say left over gander front: Maxilmilan is on death row. In a bamboo cage that looks like something out of the deer hunter.
He attacked a group of guests, Elvis went after him, nailed him, Maxilmilan passed out again, I grabbed him and threw him into the cage. He woke up very quickly, stuck his long neck out of the cage and still managed to bloody Elvis’s nose. (I nailed a plank over the hole and feed him plenty of food until his time…).
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