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I am NOT a snack....Scooter's Adventures in South Korea

25 Months and some things never change...

March 29th 2010 6:03 am
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Sunday, March 28th

Well yesterday was a bummer. Dad got a phone call and was sorta on stand-by so we couldn't go to the zoo. We hung out at home and went for a walk around the complex.

The wind was whipping so it was feeling more like 30-something instead of nearly 50. Dad needed to drop off some uniform stuff to have patches changed. We cabbed to base. The driver was listening to some sort of Christian church service. Mom couldn't understand a word of it, but the tone and cadence was very obvious. I decided to look out the window until we got stopped at a red light that happened to be very noisy. There was someone singing into a cordless mic rigged to a megaphone on one corner and on the opposite there was someone with another mic (with amp) hawking items for the Cold Stone Creamery. I decided to bury my head in Mom's neck.

We were in the Four Seasons looking at grills when I alerted. Mom bought a drink and took some meds. So we did the errands and walked to Itaewon; I kept an eye on Mom. Mom decided to walk down a side street, found a purse store (I think she has a built in radar for them). It was part of a huge shopping area she hadn't seen before. There was a place selling all sorts of yoga pants and hoodie tops. Mom found a set in a moss green that was super soft. She said we'd have to go back before we leave.

We hit the Outback again. This time, they just had appetizers. The waiter messed up on writing Dad's drink order and brought some umbrella fruity looking thing to the table. He had ordered a Victoria Bitter (beer). Later, one of the wait staff asked if Dad was an Aussie. He said that they get quite a few come in and that is what they all order.

There was a different set of university students on the one corner. This time it was two guys. They wanted to interview Dad but he declined.

We generally don't walk down the long sloping hill since it is mainly restaurants and car dealerships. We've noticed that there are generally a lot of tour buses parked along that section. It seems that it is a mecca for Japanese tourists. They bus in, eat at one of the restaurants and then walk the strip. One of the places had some touristy stuff out front – spoons and spoon/chopstick sets. Seems the Japanese are intrigued by the metal chopsticks or something.

Not soo many dogs out. Did see a Doxie and a fluffy Pomeranian out on flexis. There was a HUGE black chow chained up at one of the Japanese restaurants. Mom said we won't be walking that way again unless it is on the other side of the street; the chain it was on looked flimsy.

So we walked in the front gate and through the building to have the 'rents' Ids scanned, then made our way towards our building via going by the playgrounds. Next thing we know here come two mps running. We dropped back so we were single file (so they could get past us) when the female yells, “Hey, Mam!” They stop about ten foot from us. “Pets aren't allowed.” Seems someone banged on their door to complain that there was a dog on the premises. Mom told her that I wasn't a pet (and had me turn sideways so they could see I was vested) and that the command has approved for me to live here.

You'd think that after 25 months here, people would take the time to read my vest or ask the pawrents about me. Nope, they have to talk behind or backs or run to the mps. If Mom had been thinking clearly (she was medded out) she would have followed them back to see who it was and make sure that they saw my vest.
Mom did put me in the tub; my feet were gray. She got really woozie while drying my feet. Dad ended up being the one to feed me. We all went to bed early.


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Barked by: Zeke (Dogster Member)

March 29th 2010 at 8:27 pm

My mom has radar for purses too. Dad always picks on her about it.
People get annoying sometimes. You would think everyone would know who you are by now. Sorry you keep having to daal with that.

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