Life at the Small Dog Park

I still take Spike out every day to the dog park. The membership has slightly altered over the last year. Most of the people who used to come don’t come together anymore. This is down to an annoying dog owner, who was referred to as a “hick” by another Taiwanese. It was implied that she was ignorant of a lot of things. I don’t see her anymore. The language encapsulated her hickness from me.

This means that most nights, Spike hangs out withe a bunch of playful Border Collies, who are quite nice dogs. There’s Star, who’s got a genetically cued herding instinct, and keeps circling other dogs in an effort to herd them. When it doesn’t go her way, she gets really annoyed.

Most nights, I take the time to visit the terrier club that meets every night. I’ve known them for a while and I’ve noticed that Spike, the old dog that he is, likes to interact with them more than with bigger dogs. When Spike was younger, he enjoyed playing around with the big dogs. The big dogs play rough. At around 7 years old, Spike likes it easier.

There is a small poodle named Ciao Pan who keeps porking any bitch that is his size. He is relentless and will screw her for hours if possible. There’s Cue Cue, who keeps wanting to play with an injured terrier. The owner keeps him in his arms, and Cue Cue as well as Ciao Pan keep jumping up on the owner, trying to get to the terrier. They are also relentless in this. It makes me laugh, and I don’t hide that. It’s definitely funny seeing a small fluffy white dog screwing another dog. The other terrier owners try to take their dogs away, but the poodle keeps at it.

Parks Are Filled With Siberian Huskies

Female Siberian husky, exactly like the one I found today


Today was somewhat laid-back. I took my dog for a walk and suddenly, I came upon a beautiful Siberian husky with clear blue eyes. He was docile and playful, and his leash was still on him. He followed us around a bit and Spike quite liked him. I looked around for an owner, but none materialized. This dog was not fixed, but seemed to have been well taken care of. I couldn’t see any sores, scars, or marks on him. He was also extremely friendly.

I took his leash and not knowing exactly what to do, took him with me. I tried dropping him off at a friend’s place. They had four dogs before, two of them huskies, but now they have only 3. I thought that they could do something, but they weren’t home. Chad’s girlfriend Kate is Taiwanese and knows the area well, so she’d be able to phone people around to find out who his owner was.

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Strange Dog Owner At The Park

I walk Spike at least twice a day. Sometimes more. The doggie needs to do his business and he was ever so hard to toilet train. I remember the nights when I had to walk him at 4AM.

Spike is used to playing with big dogs, even though he’s a small dog. There are two different dog crowds at the park where we go. It’s not really a dog park and the dogs don’t really play that much. I find it annoying, because I would like him to run around more. He does do that, but it’s not always possible.

There is the Retriever/Labrador crowd, the big working dogs and the small doggie crowd. The small dogs don’t do much. Anyway, I would prefer going to a real dog park and have Spike run loose. Here, I have to control him and make sure that he doesn’t run off. Spike’s gotten pretty good off-leash.

There is this strange man there. He doesn’t seem strange. He’s got this sausage dog that always barks at Spike. I’ve noticed that sausage dogs have a tendency to bark at Spike. Spike is a good dog and he doesn’t bark back. He just looks at them confused, wondering what all the fuss is about.

So this guy, he keeps picking up my dog. I don’t mind people petting him or playing with him. But this guy just picks him up and pretends that he is leaving with him. He says bye to me and walks like 10 feet away. I don’t really get that. After that, he lets Spike go.

I think that he likes Spike. Like most people, he’s not seen many Frenchies. I have seen three at the park, but they aren’t real Frenchies. They are hybrids, a cross between Boston Terriers and French bulldogs. Their chests are very small compared to Spike. I know that they aren’t breed standard, from what I know of Frenchies.

I always assume that they are Boston Terriers and I’m surprised when the owners tell me that they are Frenchies. Anyway, this happens all the time, not just in Asia, but also in America. I remember a couple who believed that they had bought a Frenchie, when it most definitely wasn’t.

Spike comes from a line of championship Frenchies. He’s breed standard and he was the largest of his litter. Since I had put the first deposit on the litter, I had first choice. I chose him, even though I knew that he was the dominant puppy of the litter and might be a handful. Which he was.

Anyways, this guy has at least on three different occasions, picked up my dog and pretended to leave with him. I think I might just keep him on his leash next time. I can also see that Spike is confused by what he does. I think that it’s creepy.

Sometimes people  ask me how much Spike cost as a puppy. They are usually astounded when I give them numbers. To get Spike here from Canada to Taiwan cost over 1500$ alone. Airfare, permits, quarantine. The bills kept stacking up last year when he was flown over.

Watching Mad Men

I’m catching up on the Mad Men episodes. At the same time, I’m doing write-ups, reviews and recaps. They will be up shortly. The second season of Mad Men premiered last Sunday. I’m looking forward to watching it tonight.

Tonight, I have another article to finish, which I started last night. I’m also going out for a run. Maybe 8-15 km. I’m not sure the exact distance. We will see when I get to the track.

For some reason, both pets enjoy being on me. Spike is kind of on my lap and Yoda is between my legs playing with him.

July 28 2008

Cat Curling

I play curling with my cat. I use Yoda as a curling weight and throw her around on the slippery tiles. It’s a lot of fun and my dog Spike enjoys chasing her. I also play some more curling with her when I sweep the floors. I sweep her around a bit as well.

Sunday Cleaning

Cleaned the kitty litter, played some kitty curling with Spike (as in I throw Yoda the kitty sliding on the floors), cleaned the bathroom, kitchen and living room floors. They are now clean. Did some laundry and did some writing. Washed out the kitchen garbage, which was very stinky, took out the garbage.

Outdoor Teaching

I went outdoor teaching today. It was 35C. It was incredibly hot. I had 4L of water with me. I was using a hydration bladder. It was cool. My Osprey Atmos 25 is perfectly suited for the job. Still, I brought too much water. I like using the hydration bladder. It makes drinking water on the go a cinch.

I hate it how the playgrounds in parks are so dirty. It’s terrible. There are dog turds all over the place. You don’t even want to sit down. Shit all over the place, bums hanging around drinking alcohol, dogs all over the place. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a dog owner myself, but I never let my own dog near a playground.

I stopped at the Carrefour and got some dog food for Spike. It took forever to find the place where they moved it to. I couldn’t decide between PetLife, Purina, Alp and a few others. In the end, I got a 15kg pouch of PetLife and a 4kg of Alpo.

Today was a great day for Spike. He was off leash in the park and stayed near me the whole time. He came when I called and did his business by himself. After he finished, he heeled and we left the park. I put him back on the leash before I exited the park.