Laid on his side, eyes rolled to the back of his head and tongue hanging limp out of the side of his mouth there was no sign of breathing in yappy dog’s lifeless corpse that was swarming with flies.
I spotted him just as I was heading out to the spa yesterday morning. He was at the top of the driveway, just off to the side in front of Jack’s car.
Papa was further down the drive sweeping and so I called to him and indicated via dodgy Khmer and hand gestures that I thought yappy dog was dead. He seemed non-plussed, only briefly pausing before going back to leaf sweeping duties.
I wander dejectedly down the road, the image of the lifeless animal embedded in my mind, the evidence that life is cheap inherent in papa’s reaction jarring, the internal struggle of feeling sad but at the same time having to admit I was a little bit pleased that my home would in future be surrounded by slightly less yappiness.
The day passed in a haze of pampering, chatting and lounging by the river and after a brief but refreshing storm mid afternoon I headed home fearful that the ‘corpse’ would still be there and wondering how mama would be following the death of here beloved Bean aka yappy dog.
No sign of dead dogness as I wandered in, all was quiet, not a soul to be seen. I headed in, hopped in the shower and then lay on my bed reading when suddenly I heard an all too familiar sound.
Yep, you guessed it, yappy dog was alive and well, charging up the drive way and yapping at full volume at an imagined imposter.
No wonder papa was non-plussed. I can only imagine the thoughts going through his head as the stupid foreigner pointed out the sleeping dog to him!
All in a day’s bonkersness in the Kingdom of Wonder.