The Dog Days Are Done

This usually refers to heat I guess??

My blog, my rules.

So this will now refer to dogs. Actual real life dogs. Because I know all too well that the heat is no where near done. Either are the dogs I guess, but a girl can dream huh??

I am not a dog person. Not one bit. Like, they can be cute and stuff. But only cute when they are far away and having nothing to do with me.

I've grown up in a family where dogs are really really disliked (my mom doesn't despise anything, so she says) and thus, the dislike has passed on to me

It doesn't really help that I was pinned to a tree by 2 pit-bulls when I was younger. I'm still traumatized. And like to milk it for all it's worth, perfect excuse if ya ask me.

But here in good ol Thailand, dogs are EVERYWHERE! It is nuts. I ride my bike around and there must be something about a white girl on a bike that dings on every bump that attracts all dogs and weirdos. 

So far i've had some pretty quality experiences. 

      

      One time, I watched a baby pee on her mom while she was trying to drive a motorcycle. she was attempting to hold her off the side while driving. Pretty funny if you ask me.

      I don't go a day on my bike without someone yelling, "HELLO! You beautiful. Where you going?" Not like they could understand me if I answered them (which I don't). But really? Of all the English words to know and they pick those phrases...

      Got chased by 5 dogs at one time. Most of them were yappy little annoying ones. But still! Those things could totally kill me if they wanted.

      Yesterday two older guys sang a song to me as I rode past them. Something to the extent of "ohh you are so beautifulllll....where you going?" Ya know, the usual.

     Got my behind grabbed by a truck drivers friend while I was riding my bike and he was in the passenger seat. Didn't even know that was possible! And I had absolutely do clue what to do. My first response was to laugh. And laugh hard! I was trying to keep it in so he didn't get any more ideas, but it was just too funny.

I'm super grateful for my bike. It allows me a lot of freedom and saves me a lot of money. We all have these brightly colored, old fashioned, super junky bikes that we end up riding around. When we all get together it's a pretty funny sight. A whole bunch of white kids in a row of colored, crappy bikes. Love it though.

The only downfall is those dumb dogs. When i'm riding home late at night I try to zone out and haul! Usually gripping my phone to death. Mostly the rides are uneventful, don't worry mom. Other times I encounter some dogs that would like to eat me. But all in all, I take the advice from Florence and the Machine  

Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father Run for your children all your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive 

True dat Florence, true dat!