Aug
09
2010
the Dog Days of Summer

Meet Psycho Killer.

The Yorkie that the Prims own.

And everytime Moo & I walk past this little pup goes ballistic. I mean absolutely rabid crazy.

Hence the name.

Usually he (guessing) is locked away behind their gate & we never actually see him.

But with all the heat & humidity here, they must’ve let him out of his little pen so he’s taken up guard duty on the roof.

There’s not really a whole lot going on around here lately.

It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s August.

The dogs are trying to stay cool, but still bored out of their minds since it’s too hot to be out.

S’mores, our neighbor’s pup, was the perfect example the other day.

Face shoved in the glass, sound asleep – dreaming of cooler temps & longs romps in spider-free grass.

August is also when the dozens of spider species here flourish – and they’re everywhere.

Little One can still be found early morning or late in the evening…patrolling the complex.

But I’m still here…I know I’ve been off the grid lately.

There’s just not a lot going on & I’ve been bored a lot.

So help me out & let me live vicariously…

what exciting stuff have you been up to?

Aug
05
2010
Or how I've spent the last few days

Remember these two?…Mutt & Jeff?

The no-name Jindo-mix pups that live a few doors down from us.

Turns out they’re quite the little escape artists.

Prancing around in front of the car…knowing I’ll stop.

‘Ok…she stopp’d. Now wut?’

“Quick!…She haz dem bonz!”

This is their constant state of being…running, playing, running into each other.

“Ugh!…Outta my way! Me first! Me go first!”

If I hold out treats for the both of them, I can get them to sit still for a second.

Ok…maybe half a second.

“Can we haz?!”

PPPPUUUU-PPPLLLLLEEEEAAASSSSEEEE!”

Ok…one more, but then I’ve got to get you back in your yard.

“Wun!”

But it doesn’t take too much coaxing.

A few more milk bones & I can always round them up…herd them back home.

They love milk bones.

And love to get out again & again just to get some more.

[and love to lick the camera lens - hence the blurry pics]

Aug
04
2010
The life of a fast-food cup

Over the weekend while at the PX food court, I happened to catch these two janitors.

Sweeping, dusting, wiping down table-tops it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Until the woman picked up an empty cup off a table.

I watched as she signaled the man, asking in Hangul what she should do with it.

She turned the cup up & down, over & back upright to show that it hadn’t even been used.

To her it was a perfectly good clean cup.

But the man was adamant that she add it to the trash – there were health codes they had to abide by.

She fussed back…determined not to throw out the large paper Subway cup.

And I watched as she walked off with it…out of the food court, turning into the janitor’s service room.

I can only assume she put it in her locker so that she could take it home at the end of her shift.

But what struck me was how this one little act was so indicative of rural South Korea.

Nothing is thrown out that hasn’t been used ten times over…literally.

And even then you’ll see Koreans rummaging through the trash – looking for anything that can be reused, recycled or repurposed.

It’s like that everywhere here.

And it reminded me how it’s not like that so much back home.