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?