::A Geek in Korea::

I had some guests over today. One of the people in question had a severe dog phobia, to the point where a small dog like Yoshi could make her cry and go hysterical. I’ll never understand this behavior. I put Yoshi out on the apartment veranda. He hadn’t had his walk during the day, so he was a little excitable.

The other non panic prone guest was on the couch while I was helping calm the person down at the dinner table, offering something to drink. The person on the couch looked at me uncomfortably and said, “Your dog…is eating his own poo on the veranda now.”

No sooner had I got out to prevent this, than I had a knock at the door. The dry cleaner delivery, the reason we were waiting at the house had arrived. I had to quickly run to the bathroom, take off the plastic gloves, and answer the door, pay the guy, hang up the clothes, and run back to finish up cleaning the mess from the dog. It was rather frantic, and my guests were taken for a surprise.

After all that cleaning and running around, it’s kind of hard to pick up a conversation about how having a dog is great. Right now as I type it’s a rough sell for me, as my dog has gas from his little “meal” earlier, and he’s stinking up the entire room the computer and his cage share.