Aww, its a puppy. LETS BURN IT!!!

As a cousin of mine was collecting his clothes from the clothesline (he borrowed our washing machine), I hung around the porch for a bit. When I heard a weird sound. Upon further investigation, Sherlock Diq finds... a pup.

But not just any pup, mind you. It was the missing pup of MonteZuma! Legend has it that.. aahfuckit! It was just a mongrel puppy, I think, about 2-3 months, maybe. How it managed to get in our compound is beyond me. It had black fur all over.

The garage was kinda dark and I probably would've stepped on it if it hadn't yelped a querying 'arf', much to my surprise. And so, I cuddled and wrapped my arms around her, and she nuzzled against my face and licked my face all over...

But enough of the dream that I had of Shannon Elizabeth...

About the dog, well, I did the most decent thing I could think off at the time. I went over to a chinese neighbour and asked her if she wanted a puppy. Which she did and she came over and took the unlikely visitor. It didnt fight or resisted or anything.

I felt it was good that the puppy had a new home. The dog woulda starved to death or get hit by a car or something. But at the same time, I know that this dog is gonna be trouble. For one thing, as it gets older, theres a chance its gonna be chasing some unlucky passerby thats taking a brisk walk and somehow finds that his brisk walk had been rudely converted into a fuckin-haul-ass-from-the-crazy-ass-black-dog. And yes, that person could be me.

And lets not forget the random barkings at night, added to an already large group of other dogs that'll bark its ass off at ant sneezing. I dont mind living in a Chinese community, really I dont. I just cant stand them damn dogs sometimes. That, and dog crap.

And elevator music. I hate elevator muzak. (Yes, thats what its called.)