From my album: With my darling Pheobe. Dad & mum informed that she's put on weight. She's now 16kg! Goodness!There is a brown male mongrel who lives in a squatter house at the back road from my apartment to the hospital. I take that back road to work every morning at around 6.30-6.45am. Without fail every morning except if it's raining or if I'm a little earlier or a little late, that brown mongrel would crouch low in an ambush position to jump to the level of the driver's side window of ANY passing vehicle in front of his house. I am not spared from the rather denerving experience every morning, not because I'm afraid of the rather big canine, but rather worried that I might run him over. So one morning I was driving quite closely behind a 4WD passing the brown mongrel's house, and expectedly he jumped high enough to the level of the 4WD's driver side window and barking crazily as he jumped. I swear I could see the expression on his face as soon as the whole motion ended. He was having fun! Cheap thrill! He wasn't intending to attack or anything of that sort. He was just having his daily dose of excitement. I couldn't believe that dog! So the following morning, I slowed down my car as I approached his house, and again expectedly he was crouching in an ambush position at his mark, waiting for my car to pass him. But then I suddenly stopped my car in front of him, me looking face-to-face at the Hound of Bakersville. I swear all I saw was a huge question mark on top of his head, and his long tail between his legs when he realised that I uncovered his "secret".
