The dogs on my street seem to multiply. They wander up and down the road, oblivious to the people around them. Sometimes they bark or fight, but not often. For the most part, the Thais do not put restrictions on the dogs, and I cannot tell if there are any real owners to the dogs. Everyone simply lets them live. This is because they could be someone’s father or sister, their souls having moved on to another being. Most vets do not put dogs down, but will let them die on their own terms.
There are Buddhist temples, all around this city; I hear somewhere here is the biggest Buddha in the world. A claim like that will obviously elicit a visit. I see a smaller Buddha’s up and down the street. They rest outside the houses and under the trees. They sit, content watching the cars and motor bikes speed by. I have taken to doing the same in my free time. I’ll stand on my small balcony and watch the people come and go. Every now and then a street peddler will come by, honking their bike horns to make clear of their presence. They say nothing; just push their carts of brooms and food.
Catch you on the flip side.
1 comment:
It sounds like you cut-and-pasted this from a well written book.-Ryan
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