It’s Friday night here in Korea and Eric & I are just home from a Friday night out in the ville.

We didn’t spend much time out & about, but we did stop at Mama’s Place.

Mama’s is a street food vendor.

Everything you could possibly fry-up, is battered, breaded & ready to go in the big black wok behind the counter.

You order by telling them how much won you want to spend per item.

So for example, Eric bought 5,000 won’s worth of shrimp & 5,000 won’s worth of squid.

I, on the other hand, was otherwise occupied.

This beautiful, little old girl must belong to Mama, because I’ve seen her hanging out at the food stand every time we pass by.

She’s normally very stand-off-ish, but tonight for some reason, she walked over to me.

She was very interested in the smell of my jeans.

I’m just gonna rack it up to Maggie’s scent because I do manage to wash clothes every now & then, thank you very much.

I kept trying to get a really good shot of her sad little face, but I’ve not yet passed Nightime Photography 101.

Ok, so I’ve failed it like a dozen times now.

She was just so sweet…just so little…just so old…and just so over-bred.

Made me want to scoop her up, take her home, give her a bath & plop her down in the middle of our big, soft bed where she can live out her life in luxurious squishy pillows & blankets…while being fed canned dog food (the good kind, mind you) from a  clean sterling bowl with crystal clear, clean water just a lick away. Her days would be filled with pig ears & belly-rubs…her nights with snuggles & cuddle-bugs.

How well Maggie would handle the addition of another dog?…

Well, that’s anybody’s guess.

Besides, Moo-Moo already takes up the majority of the bed & has been accustomed to being the only cuddle-bug.

And with all four of us on the bed…me, Eric, Maggie & Kitten…there’s just not that much room left…even for a sweet little pup like this one.

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Side Note: Maggie had her own bed…oh yes, it was a lovely bed, indeed. But she destroyed it one night in a fit of anxiety and now she sleeps with us. I keep meaning to take pictures of the carnage, but we hauled the wreckage into another room to keep it from being destroyed further…and to hide the evidence. I just keep forgetting.

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So I ditched my dog-napping plans just as Eric’s food was ready & we walked back to the car.

But I couldn’t keep myself from looking back, still wanting to snatch her off the street corner.

I wonder if anyone would even notice she’s gone.