^ Useful info.
So, Sukhumvit it is!
^ Useful info.
So, Sukhumvit it is!
He'll appreciate that with his morning coffee
There was a load of beep beeping out back this afternoon, so I went to investigate as I'm waiting for new bedding from Lazada.
But no, it wasn't my delivery but there was a motorbike parked up at the dog-feeding spot so I went to say hello.
It seems that the dog feeding man repeatedly honks his horn to tell the dogs that it's tea time. I noted that Tem gets a meal as well, so he eats at least twice a day.
And look at that... he takes the empty plastic bags to the bin (apart from one being used as a plate)! I don't think he's a purebred Thai.
My favourite recycling girl's recycling mother watched on as well, although I don't know why she bothers with our bin as there will be slim pickings after the gardener has taken the choice items.
This mother-daughter recycling duo have lovely big smiles and always give me a big wai, which I reply to with one of my sloppy efforts. They're an attractive pair and I must admit that I often wonder what they look like underneath all that thick, recycling garb they wear to keep the hot sun off their skin.
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Sling em a couple of purple persuaders and find out? Perhaps? Or just use the mendy charm on em and discretely sling em the persuaders as a bonus.
^ It's a delicate thing and you have to be prudent.
If our paths cross by the bins, I occasionally slip the mother a red one because I think a purple one would just be too much.
I limit my intercourse with the daughter to smiles and 'sawadee krap, laaan', etc, because from the limited view I'm offered it's impossible to say how old she is, and I don't want to do an 'Edmond'.
I just feel empathy for them, they have a back story (loan sharks), and of course I am a man after all...
... allegedly... it's hard to remember these days.
Anyway, Songkran will be a good excuse to slip a nice holiday present for them.
But mate, this is a 'local' area and the Kommandant has tentacles, and she's is well into all this Thai 'hierarchy' shite, which I absolutely abhor.
Anyway, this shit keeps me young.
Back on topic, we've all heard of 'Two Tier Kier', well... this is 'Two Tea Tem'.
The main difference being that Tem is happy with whatever he gets and doesn't try to scrounge ridiculous designer glasses, he doesn't bark with a nasally whine, and he also probably has a logical energy policy.
I know who I'd vote for.
But anyway, two soon became three...
Two Tea Dam!
And... it's Friday night in Isaan.
I'll be honest, I've never been overly fond of this fukking awful part of the world, but I have become attached to my dogs and can't desert them.
And anyway, maybe human interaction is overrated?
My predicament is getting worse because as she matures, the daughter is developing a social life. I can't hold her back of course, but I am now completely limited to canine company on a Friday night.
Yeah, but at least the Kommandant's away.
The object of Yogi's fascination...?
Not me of course.
The lovely Anna.
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Someone's gotta do it.
The dogs were going mental at first light today, led by Yogi's distinctive bark. This didn't really matter since the house is as hot as hell right now and I'd been awake since the early hours anyway.
The internal walls of this damn house are warm to touch this time of year, even at 3am. It's like living inside of a night storage heater.
Anyway, I went to investigate the cause of the disturbance...
These dogs don't seem to distinguish between weekdays and weekends, so soon after 6am on a Saturday morning saw me resume my 'nang' lessons, with some success I must admit!
As Meatloaf said, three out of five ain't bad.
Our seven dogs get one of these chewy treats every morning, and now also do these five.
That's twelve a day.
Although Lola is just as happy with a stick... look how proud of herself she is with this big one!
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I've never seen the big one so happy. They love a bit of rough and tumble in the morning and evening but sleep most the day.
I might have manufactured this a bit.
But they genuinely do hang out.
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^Champion tailgate paint-job Armo.
Epic doglish composition Mendo.
Although I think a portrait crop is required to bring it up to competition winner grade.
We've all been there... watching the rear end of a chick as she enters a pool, or maybe the sea, at a beach...
Yogi ain't as subtle as you or I.
He knows what he likes!
Poor Anna, it's as hot as hell here right now and she only wanted to cool down, unmolested.
But not much chance of that. I reckon Yogi could give Looper a tip or two...
Strangely enough, Anna wasn't so interested when Yogi tried to impress her a few moments later as he went for a dip. He always goes 'bollock deep' but no more. A man of simple pleasures.
There was an air of trepidation about the Mendip homestead today... the Kommandant was due back this evening after a week away and the dogs had picked up on my distracted mood as I anticipated the end of peace and harmony. A week of daughter time, canine company, Netflix with a healthy dose of Pornhub was about to end. To be honest, I have to go away early tomorrow on business and I was hoping the Kommandant would arrive home after bed time, so there would be no overlap.
But such is life.
As per usual... she arrived bearing 'gifts'... I am still not sure where he goes on these 'up country' trips, but she mentioned 'Ubon' and 6 hours in a van, so I guess that is about right? But who really gives AF? Ubon, Udon, even Nong Bua Wua... I care not. Such is my disinterest in this part of the world now.
A bag of red onions and a bag of duck eggs... a result as I went to Makro today and forgot the onions! And despite our chicken egg far, an occasional duck egg is more than welcome.
And a pair of umbrellas, which I guess can always come in useful during the rainy season?
And then of course, things got a bit weird...
A banana leaf full of ants eggs. I am used to these but still have no idea why the wife thinks I should be grateful for such offerings.
There were the usual delicacies of rats and died fish, and then a new one on me... a bag of fermented dried mice.
I mean, Jesus Fukking Christ! How about a bottle of local wine, or cheese, or dried sausage like anywhere else in the world?
Not a bag of vermin!
As if this wasn't enough, while unpacking these delights the dogs went off outside... fearing a fight I ran out and found Yogi attacking this beautiful radiated rat snake. Yogi is a real fukker, but one thing, as soon as you tell him 'no', he backs off and this snake survived with no killing bite.
The first snake in weeks... 10 minutes after the wife returns home...
It makes ya think.
Anyway, she went over the wall, unharmed...
The snake that is...
And then I got my present.
No, not that.
I was lucky enough to get a baseball cap with pull-down sun glasses at the rear, in case you want to wear it backwards, retard Yank style.
In a child's size...
I mean,
WTAF...
Roll on tomorrow...
Maya will miss this, but hopefully the daughter will let her in at night.
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Last edited by Mendip; 06-04-2025 at 09:11 PM.
Dil is gonna have a field day with this
Your man boobs are perspiring. If only you had AC or something…
You'll look well cool with that hat on when you go on your trip, safe travels and enjoy.
Perfect drinking hat for a sukhumvit passport run.
They're not 'man boobs', I was just wearing an unflattering T-shirt.
We have no aircon downstairs because it's open plan, and usually open windows from the four points, along with ceiling fans cover it. But it has been stiflingly hot lately and cooking can bring a sweat on.
We have a real aircon problem upstairs... it needs looking at and two of the units are on my office balcony... with the nest containing two pigeon chicks. They are holding up aircon works right now, much to the daughter and wife's disgust.
But it's good for the leccy bill!
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