Three best friends

I worried when I came to HK that I wouldn’t have any friends.  I needn’t have cos nowv I have not one but three best friends, of the four legged variety.  Little Blackie, the puppy now cocky teenager, Little Wong and Big Wong, not sure if they are related but the trio are inseparable.  Like all ‘siblings’ there is rivalry but when required they are very united against the common enemy.  Any slight noise or sniff of a stranger and they trot out on patrol three abreast , no one hides or pretends he didn’t hear, no free loaders. 

They have started following me out onto the main road to the bus stop which is kinda sweet.  Makes me feel like a VIP being escorted, shame they don’t ride motorbikes and have the remote for traffic lights.  On the other hand I worry that Little Blackie in his exuberance will leap on someone and he freaks out and mistakes it for an attack.  Or they cause an accident crossing the road or worse still get run over.

But then I can’t stop them following me and I can’t do anything about the owner’s irresponsibility.  All I can do is make sure they don’t go hungry.  Even that is proving a pain, as I have to stand and wait for them to finish eating and bring the bowls back in or they will go AWOL again or be chucked down the slope where I can’t reach.

It infuriates me.  Yesterday I went walkabouts to see if I could locate them.  I found one behind my house near the allotments, all muddy and filled with water.  Somebody just thought oh this is handy I think I might just use it and didn’t even have the courtesy to return it.  My flat door doesn’t open onto the main path, you’d have to go round the side of the house and into my small open courtyard to access the water bowl right next to the door.  It wasn’t even an inopportune act but deliberate.

You may think hey get a life, it is only a water bowl, a dime a piece, what’s the big deal?  Well the big deal is lack of respect for other’s possessions.  However worthless the item it is still theft.  Exchange the bowl for a Ferrari, then we are calling the cops and talking about arrest and prison.  I just thought what a f…… cheek.  I don’t often swear but that illustrates the extent of my anger.  The disappearance has been on-going, I have to date lost four bowls.  I pay good money for them.  I feed them out of the kindness of my heart because I can’t bear to see other living beings suffer; they are not even my dogs, everybody else turns a blind eye.  Not my problem.  None of my business.  They are only dogs, let them go hungry.

Why sabotage my small act of kindness.  The dog food is expensive because I don’t feed them scraps or leftovers.  I buy proper dog food which don’t come cheap and lug 10kg down the damn concrete steps which is doing my back but buying in bulk saves a little.  Every time I see another missing bowl I ask myself why I bother.  Why do I persist in being kind in a world of pettiness and ignorance?Would it not be more sensible to spend the money on myself, eat a little better, take the minibus to go shopping or teach rather than walk a considerable distance.  Save your energy as you tire easily.

Sometimes I do feel very weary and fed up and disillusioned.  What’s the point of being good or kind or persisting in doing the right thing?  What for?  Who cares? Does anyone even notice?  Well, I care and I notice and I refuse to bend to the will of the stupid petty neighbour, who doesn’t work but claims welfare, beats her son up and takes her frustration out on him and causes trouble for me at every turn. 

I don’t tell you all this so you go wow Mama G aren’t you a good and kind person feeding the dogs even if you are struggling to make ends meet.  I am just letting off steam and yes having a mini rant.  You know what I resent most of all, it is not that people don’t appreciate your kindness, because I have learnt not to expect any gratitude nor thanks but that they use it against you.

Should I stop being kind?  Am I just an idiot, insane, that crazy middle aged woman from abroad, who behaves very oddly?


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on December 21, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Banana Lady. Poor wee doggies. HK born an bred. Damn noisy animals. Such is life. Such is frustration. 🙂

  2. I love that you care about those dogs, you are doing a wonderful thing, and you know if no-one else remembers those dogs will. Animals remember who treated them well and who didn’t. I wonder if maybe your neighbour doesn’t want them, maybe you could have them as your own?

    • No she is crazy, it’s her son that has been sneaking into my courtyard and chucking the dog bowls. She uses them for security but won’t fork out to feed them properly. Yet she somehow resents me being kind to them. There is something seriously not right about this woman’s psyche. I just do what I can. They need a bath and a lead and to be kept safe but at the end of the day I am not the owner and she and I do not need another ‘fight’. Take the path of least resistance. I live on my own and feel quite vulnerable and I sense something unhinged about her.

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