^ You are very welcome Tunk, I think we would have many dog stories to share. Sadly the only way I could join you out on the water would be on my daughter's inflatable pink flamingo as our dinghy sprung a leak last year.
Oh, and please bring that little saw thing as well... the mango trees are out of control!
^ I don't want to sound flippant but Reg Dingle may well have a skirt free on a week day.
Update: Well I didn't get my kayak in the water yesterday, had an unexpected turn of events. At daybreak I went to feed brown dog that lives under the bridge. We have two bridges into Ubon, one is closed because of flood water, the other [where brown dog lives] is bumper to bumper traffic backed up for miles. Not such a problem on a scooter. Just before the bridge there is a u turn, I was stopped at the u turn and I got mauled by a pack of 5 feral street dogs. My fucking pack found me. So here I am in the middle of the u with 5 dogs around my scooter. They were at least one mile of open water away from where they live. They follow me off to the side and I get them away from this traffic. I flop down, and they are climbing all over me and I'm thinking what the fuck am I going to do. These dogs have been through hell. They're very hungry and so scared, and they are not about to let me out of their site. I had only brought enough food for brown dog and I had 5 very hungry dogs, so I had to try and get them to stay there while I went for food, I couldn't pull out into bumper to bumper traffic with 5 dogs following me. They got distracted by a flock of chickens and I had to take the oportunity to slip away. I'm far from home maybe 6 miles. By the time I got back I had lost 2 dogs. A Thai man had chased them for trying to eat his chickens. he told me they had crossed the highway never to be seen again. So Pooh and Ashley are out there somewhere. The other 3 had stayed where I last fed them, I walked for miles looking and calling Pooh and Ashley, nothing. While walking I found a perfect temperary home for them. a deserted building, high and dry with no other dogs. They followed my scooter for about a quarter mile to safety. They have stayed there since. I visit twice a day and keep their bellies full. They are high and dry with full bellies, hopefully no reason to leave. The traffic is so heavy, so I went there at 3am, no traffic and quiet. I called and called, no Pooh or Ashley. I'll keep looking everyday, maybe I'll get lucky.
Tunk, these dogs are survivors. We've had dogs disappear for several days and then return, although admittedly not under your circumstances.
Good luck in finding Pooh and Ashley.
So this morning I launched my kayak. the flood water is close enough that I carried my kayak from home to the water. I stayed out for 2 hours, but I didn't need that long to see there is nothing to save. There are knolls and I thought there might be dogs on those knolls, but the water is much deeper than I thought. Nothing to see just water and tree tops the knolls are long gone. I carefully paddled out to the edge of the river because I have a friend live out there, he raises fish in the river, he has 2 huge pontoons and I wanted to check on his dogs. He made a serious mistake, he anchored his pontoons up river from his house, never thinking the water would get that high, now his pontoons are smashing his house and he is trying to save it, and I can't help. The current was very strong there and not a chance in hell a 66 year old man was going to climb out of a kayak and onto a pontoon with raging current below, not Indiana fucking Jones. He has a boat and a phone, he should get the hell out. I told him good luck and let the current carry me away from the river. when I got back the gf talked to some Thai about my friend and they said he would not leave. Two hours was enough for me, and I know I need to make some modifications. That seat or my ass. This evening I found 3 missing puppies that I thought were lost and maybe more hiding in the bushes. I have no idea how they got out, maybe Pattaya rescue is already here.
Thanks Mendip. Pooh was my baby, she is the sister of my two pups, and Ashley is their mother. Pooh never thought of herself as a street dog. That is why it was so hard to stop them following me. they have only seen love and kindness from me, they have never seen me screaming " No No Stay away Stay here."
Tunk, i was on the Mun back in Aug and at the time we were surprised how little rain there was in Ubon.
Yep, good times, sad to see the troubles now. You have a good heart....
you and that Kraut wanker are made for each other
This thread is about dogs, do you have a dog story?
willie never has anything to add,he needs to step away from the computer and get a life. He just sits in his box in Malaysia argueing with strangers on the internet. He fears leaving his box because there are feral dogs out there that eat shit.
I am a lover of canines and have always had furry friends around me.
Each day I take my best mate Bruno for a walk and the adjacent Soi is the normal route being about a km long from end to end.
And every day the same Soi dogs come on loud and brash and Bruno just looks at them with disdain and boredom.
Today the loudest and clearly most arrogant male, obviously the pack leader, come up to Bruno nose to nose growling threateningly and I let the leash out about 6 inches just enough for contact and the other dog yelped and turned tail with the other four dogs following.
I doubt tomorrow we will have problem with this pest who I have seen chase motor bikes and threatens people as they enter the nearby 7 Eleven.
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