Archive for July, 2010

  • When a cat gives you lemons….

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    So, stalwart reader, you know by now that we have a new member of the family. Cookie. And you’ve probably gathered that the resident cats, Fluff and Squeak, are none too happy with this state of affairs.

    While Squeak is content to merely voice his disapproval, shifty grumpy Fluff is much more nefarious. Quite simply, he figured out who was actually responsible for the introduction of the interloper and promptly relieved himself (Numbers One and Two) on my new fabric beanbag. Then, just to be sure I got the message, he did it again on my black suede handbag.

    While the handbag could be rescued (it was a lot drier, and I’ll just leave that up to your imagination, if you don’t mind), the beanbag — a more thorough assault — could not.

    My problem? Emptying the beanbag of all beans and junking it. But where to put the beans?

    Actually, I think I’ll leave it at that. What to do with the beans? I’ll tell you on Monday what I did with them but, in the meantime, if you can think of anything, put it in a comment. And have a good weekend.

  • On the topic of reviews

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    In my last post, I mentioned several reviews that the Cougars & Cubs anthology had racked up. And Barbara Ann Wright (whose blog I now follow religiously after a recommendation from Maria Zannini) had this to ask:

    When you were first published, did you wait for reviews with bated breath?

    Before I continue, I’m reminded of a cat that ate cheese and waited at the mousehole with baited breath. Ha ha. That’s one of my favourite (clean) jokes.

    Anyway, moving right along. When I read Barbara’s comment, I realised that a lot of people tell you how to receive reviews (with grace, always with grace, even if you think the reviewer has the wit and common sense of a goldfish suffering from severe concussion because, y’know, even The Stupid talk to other people), but not about getting them.

    The path to receiving reviews goes something like this:

    Stage 1. Wow, I have a book out next month. There should be heaps of advance reviews around. Let’s see if I can add more review sites to my reader. I can’t wait! I’m sure everyone will love it!

    Stage 2. Well, my book is out next week. And I haven’t received any reviews yet. But I suppose there are HEAPS of books being released, so I shouldn’t be too impatient. Mary told me about some more review sites! There are so many of them! I’ll add them to my reader. I’m sure one of them will review my book.

    Stage 3. Release Day! Wouldn’t it be great if I had a review right now? A great review to match up with my release? I’d blog about it, a really long one, just so people know that my book’s great. I can just feel the success surging through my arteries.

    * Arteries if you write SF/murder mysteries because you’re a geek and know blood is more likely to surge through arteries. Arterial pressure is greater than venous pressure. Veins if you don’t write SF/murder mysteries because that’s the prevailing wisdom.

    Stage 4. Okay, it’s a week after Release Day. Pity nobody reviewed my book on Release Day. That would’ve been awesome. But a week after is good too. Think I might just go check those sites again. I know I set up Google Alerts for any mention of my book, but how often does Google update its alerts, right? All those web spiders must get tired every now and then. I think I’ll go check the sites, one by one. You never know.

    Stage 5. A month!!! A whole month!!! And still no reviews????? I mean, what’s up with these people????

    Stage 6. After all, aren’t they, y’know, REVIEW SITES??? And shouldn’t review sites, y’know, REVIEW BOOKS???? And it’s been two months already and STILL not one single review! What, did all the reviewers suddenly catch ebola and die en masse or something? Jesus frickin’ Christ!!!

    Stage 7. Okay, I thought I was a really patient person. Really. I mean, at the game final last year, I waited in line for one of Joe’s famous hot dogs for frickin’ two hours! In the frickin’ sun! For a frickin’ hot dog! If that doesn’t say I’m a patient person, I don’t know what does. (And the hot dog wasn’t all that good.) So it’s not as though I’m an impatient bitch! But it’s been THREE MONTHS and I STILL don’t have a review. I mean, WTF???!!!

    Stage 8. The universe hates me. That’s what it is. It isn’t my book, it isn’t the review sites, it’s me. I’ve got “bad karma” stamped all over my body and somehow every reviewer in the universe can see it, and they hate it, and they hate me, and so they’re not reviewing my book. Now, nobody is going to find out how great my book is.

    Stage 9. Or maybe it isn’t great, which is why nobody will review it! In fact, maybe it’s soooooo bad, people would rather poke their eyes out with blackened bamboo skewers than review my book. Oh God, I’m trash!

    Stage 10. What’s this in my Inbox? A Google Alert? A….review? Do I even want to click the link? Oh God, why am I even alive?

    Here’s the thing. You know how the best way to handle queries is just to send them out, forget about them and work on your next novel? Well, it works the same way with reviews. Just write the book, publish it and work on the next one. Forget about the reviews. You’ll get them soon enough. The book isn’t yours any more once it’s published. It belongs to the readers. And they’ll let you know one way or another what they think. Maybe keep your toes crossed as you write, in remembrance of The One Currently Published. And best of luck.

  • Review round-up

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    I’m a writer so it’s par for the course that I get reviews. But, as you know, I tend to keep that a little low-key. I mean, you’re already here, stalwart reader, so I figure you’ve already visited my website and/or downloaded my Sampler, and run your eyes past the kind of writing that I do.

    However, when there’s a slow news day, it’s time to do a Review round-up and here is the first one (I think) for the year.

    Earlier this year, the Cougars & Cubs anthology was released by Total-E-Bound. As I told you a gazillion times, this was the first romance anthology I’ve been in and it was a lot of fun. So far, we’ve notched up four very solid reviews.

    COFFEE TIME ROMANCE gave us 4 cups. Delane the reviewer said:

    The stories in the Cougars and Cubs anthology tastefully but erotically answer the age old question of can an older woman love a younger man every bit as much as a younger woman can love an older man. I thoroughly enjoyed each story, and the combination of them all is awe inspiring and on the top of every readers list.

    DARK DIVA REVIEWS gave us 5 divas and a Recommended Read! Thank you to Deb, who had this to say:

    These red hot sexy Authors show us that love can happen anytime and anyplace with the right partner. This book has been on my “To Be Re-Read” List and I’m finally glad that I did because it’s just too much fun to not read it again. Come see what these wickedly, passionate she devils are up to. These stories are delightfully funny and Red Hot Sexy! Come along and purr with us!

    I only wished I could rate this higher, it was that good. *VBG*

    TWO LIPS REVIEWS also reviewed the book, and Tina concluded that:

    Cougars and Cubs Anthology  has some very good cougar stories. I loved the chemistry, love and daring of the characters. When you want some really hot lovers and their fearless view on life you want to read this book.

    And the latest has come from NIGHT OWL REVIEWS, who gave us four stars. Diana tells readers:

    I have to say that I just loved this anthology! Quite a few of these authors are new to me, but after reading their work I’m a fan now! Each one brought their own unique writing style to this book and penned creative storylines and characters that kept me engrossed from beginning to end. Usually with anthologies there’s always one or two that just don’t make the grade compared to the other stories, but I can honestly say that with this compilation of six stories that is not the case. I thoroughly enjoyed each story and would highly recommend it to other readers. Definitely add this one to your buying list!

    I speak for the other five authors as well when I say we’re chuffed by such a response. Thank you ladies.

  • Erasing history

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    There’s a lot of history that doesn’t get told. In my part of the world, it’s a given. We’re all brown or yellow people here so who cares, right? But it’s also blackly funny whenever it happens to white folk too.

    Take the largest medieval battle in history. But first, some reminders:

    • The Battle of Hastings took place on 14 October 1066 and involved a total of around 14,000 to 18,000 soldiers.
    • The defeat of the Spanish Armada by weather in August 1588 involved a total of 32,000 soldiers.
    • The Siege of Jerusalem in 1099 involved about 27,000.

    Stalwart reader, there is a medieval battle that knocks all of these into a cocked hat but you never hear about it because … well, let’s describe it first.

    • It was fought on 15 July 1410.
    • The entire population of Europe at that time was probably in the range of one million people. We can rant and rave and carry on about how accurate this figure is, but I don’t think I’m off by much, having read several papers on medieval demographics and noting the particular virulence of illness and devastation that swept across Europe at that time.
    • The population of soldiers involved in This Particular Battle was not a piddly 8,000 or even (ho hum) 20,000. This Particular Battle involved 60,000 soldiers.

    I am, of course, talking about Grunwald.

    The reason you haven’t heard about this battle may be as simple as saying that Grunwald was where the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth went up against the Crusaders (the Teutonic Knights in this case) and, as in all things right and proper, thrashed them.

    Lest we think that the greedy Crusaders were only around to plunder the Middle East (sound familiar?), forcing the Muslims into a counter-attack that would, in the end, destroy the precious flower of their own far advanced civilisation in a pyrrhic victory, the time of the Crusades was also used to forcibly convert those deemed to be “pagan” still swanning around in Europe as well.

    This campaign of forcible conversion (as an excuse to grab as many foreign riches as possible, natch!) is what the Crusaders were trying to do when they went up against the Poles and Lithuanians at Grunwald and this is where one of the best heavy cavalry in Europe (at that time) got decisively creamed.

    This is not to say that the Poles were fast friends with the Muslims. There are records of battles between the Poles and Turks as well and, if you watch Polish historical dramas, you’ll notice that the Poles adopted some items of dress and weaponry from their Ottoman enemies. The most famous clash between the parties was probably during the Siege of Vienna (1683) where the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and its allies (totalling over 84,000 soldiers) went up against the 150,000-strong Ottoman Empire. The Poles were triumphant. They broke the two-month old siege of the city and it marked the end of Ottoman attempts to dominate Europe, although it then left the way clear for the Hapsburgs. Oops.

    Anyway, the reason I mention all this is that last week was the 600th anniversary of Grunwald and there was a giant recreation (there’s a recreation every year but this being the six HUNDREDTH anniversary and all, the event was extra-special) and all sorts of fun. Here’s a teaser (let’s see if I can embed videos):

    Am I biased? Of course! I married a Pole and I love the ferocity, passion and, yes, sometimes even the bull-headed honour of the Polish people. It also helps that I think Polish men are very cute.

    Anyway, the takeaway point from this post is: Grunwald. One of the biggest battles in European medieval history. Now you know about it.

    Site for the 600th anniversary of the battle of Grunwald
    Video montage: stills from battle paintings with this year’s reconstruction (in, er, heavy metal hymnal)
    Video: a bit from last year’s efforts

    * Actually, if you want to see just how messy, chaotic and ultimately pointless all wars are, go through a few of the videos. I think that the only people who believe war is glorious are those who’ve never had to fight for anything.

    UPDATE: If the topic interests you beyond the video, the State University of New York has a great essay on the most famous painting of the battle. While Matejko’s painting shows what people did before television (i.e. paint shatteringly intricate scenes), my heart is with the simplicity of Wyspianski’s interpretation. I’m looking for a poster of Wyspianski’s version now. And J tells me that the “heavy metal hymnal” I mentioned earlier could be even more heavy metal. I told him I was expecting the word “Kahless” to be sung somewhere during the video, as I’m convinced the Poles are part-Klingon.

  • Exaggeration in CVs

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    You remember Gwen, the IT Project Manager who was having difficulty recruiting experienced software developers? I caught up with her on the weekend and am happy to report that she has found herself some developers. In fact, she found one group of ace engineers who had worked together before and were on the lookout for more work. She was excited, she said. An opportunity like that, with an established team who have experience, knowledge and a proven record of working well together is a PM’s dream come true. She recommended them for hiring. And got turned down.

    Since the last time I met up with Gwen, her situation has changed significantly in one regard. She has a new boss. Let’s call him…Phil. And she doesn’t like Phil very much. You see, Phil’s a liar.

    When he was interviewing for the position of Gwen’s boss, Phil told the team that he had worked for a number of high-profile companies. Equivalent examples would be Google and IBM. The problem was, his CV never mentioned such work, only one stint with a largish player more than five years previously. A far cry from the sharp and far-sighted IT strategist he was trying to pitch to Gwen’s company. After he left the interview, Gwen checked up on him via the intertubes. He had also said that he was currently on contract with a particular local company to help the team meet some deadlines. But, on his public profile, he claimed to be a “Senior Director” at the company, not a contractor. And, the next morning, his title had changed…to Chief Technology Officer for that company. I know this is true because I saw the print-outs Gwen had made of his profile, one in the afternoon and another one the following morning. Looking at the timestamps on the printed pages, I could see that Contractor Phil had magically morphed to Senior Director and then CTO in less than 24 hours!

    Because the Hiring Manager, now Gwen’s boss’s boss, thought Phil was fantastic, he was hired. And swiftly started doing things that proved to Gwen that, instead of being a high-level strategist, he was nothing more than a smooth-talking two-bit coder.

    Gwen is a Project Manager, right? Below her, she has several Team Leads. Below the Team Leads are Senior Software Developers. The Seniors guide the regular Software Developers. And there are even two Junior Software Developers. It’s a standard structure for IT projects.

    Phil was hired for his connections. (At that level, that’s really all anyone is hired for, which explains the dismal state of IT in the world today. That and the huge influx of badly-educated Indian software engineers. (*) And yes, I’ve managed them, and a whole lot of friends have also managed them, so I know of what I speak.)

    It was Phil’s stated job to set up meetings with several very influential government/business leaders in Singapore in a bid to drum up more business. Makes sense, right? So what does Phil do?

    He terminates the agreement with the company’s first ever customer. He didn’t want to talk to them, never met them, and sent emails instead to all the parties saying that he “didn’t believe a continuing relationship” offered any “benefits” to anyone any more. So what happened to all of Gwen’s developers, who were busy working on extending said customer’s functionality? She tells me she’s got them investigating some esoteric problems on database interrogation techniques and real-time processing while she waits for the work to roll in.

    But, the work isn’t going to roll in. Because Phil isn’t interested in meeting any important business leaders. Instead, he spends his time asking developers for their code and then questioning them as to why they are solving a problem in a particular way.

    Contractor oops! I mean CTO Phil is quite representative of a lot of managers in Singapore and, no doubt, Malaysia. They don’t have the skillz to fill the job they’ve been hired for, so the company ends up paying for an exceedingly expensive code reviewer (if they even know that much) who still gets shown up from time to time by the Senior Developers and, through his incompetence, manages to actively hamper the company’s business. Phil obviously knows he’s out of his depth, hence his reluctance to do anything that someone of his position should be doing, and is frightfully insecure as a result. While he spends his working day calculating the average wait time for each developer at the coffee machine on the floor (I’m not making this up; Gwen’s tone of voice was rather dry as she related this), hiring decisions and business meetings are left to dangle in the breeze. Gwen tells me he took one look at the CVs for the group of developers Gwen and her team had interviewed earlier, and flatly refused to approve their hiring.

    “They’re too good,” she told me. “Better than him. I’ll never get them.”

    You could make the argument that, as there’s no work coming in, maybe it’s just as well that team didn’t get hired, but that’s not really the point. Meanwhile Phil’s boss visits from overseas every month, they spend days snugly cloistered in the office, and then Grand Poobah jets out again. Gwen says she used to have some respect for Grand Poobah once, but now it’s all gone.

    (*) Back when I was a developer, there was a tactic used by Sales and Marketing that us coders used to call the “Mongolian Horde Principle”. The reasoning went like this: “You say it will take three people two years to code this system. Well, in that case, if you hire three hundred people, it should only take you a little more than one week to complete it. (Oh, and I sold the system last month and you’re due to install it at the customer site in three weeks.)” To update this method for the modern era, and mindful of the huge number of Indian so-called IT engineers in the marketplace, I suggest changing the name from “Mongolian Horde Principle” (which infers something theoretical in nature) to “Bangalore Mob Method”, which is how it’s currently implemented at innumerable IT projects around the world. The exact same reasoning applies. But hey, they’re cheap and that’s all that matters, right? If nobody cares about quality, why should you?

  • Pets in Malaysia: some thoughts

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    While J and I were waiting at the vet’s for Cookie’s operation to finish, a man walked in with a puppy. Again, not on a leash and not in a cage. The man was a Buddhist monk and he answered all the receptionist’s questions very abruptly before walking outside with the puppy and setting it down. The puppy started scampering all around (there are automotive body shops next door, so it was obviously a safe environment to do that) while the monk lit up a cigarette.

    Living in Malaysia again has hammered home a point about religion. Whatever you know, or think you know, about Buddhism gets knocked for a loop when you start living in Asia. Buddhism isn’t a religion here, it’s a business. And the sooner you realise that, the quicker you’ll not be shocked when monks start inviting themselves to your home because they want to see what’s inside, shaking down grieving families for as much money as they can get for necessary “rituals” for the dead, and expecting preferential treatment because of the type of clothes they wear.

    As I mentioned before, belief in God is supposed to be one of founding principles of Malaysia. (Gardenia brand bread. Wrapper. Read it.) Yet I have never met a population that’s so dismissive of animal welfare, so selfish, so arrogant, and yet so ostentatiously religious. Whether Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, Taoist or Muslim, they’ll all rabbit on about God’s goodness, but they’ll let their pets starve, beat them at the slightest provocation, abrogate the slightest responsibility for their welfare and think themselves superior to atheists like myself.

    And it’s not just pets. Where’s the morality in forcing your choices onto your children? Of expecting blind obedience based on nothing more than your age? Of dismissing or physically pushing children out of the way merely because they’re children? Where’s the morality in skimping on your child’s education due purely to the reason it’s a girl? Of lauding your wastrel sons to the heavens while disparaging your daughters?

    The treatment of pets is only the last in a long line of purely selfish and misogynistic Asian behaviours. I cannot stand the Malay men who expect me to let them go first anywhere just because they’re men. They think they’re so damn superior? Well they can suck up some grace and damn well wait till I get through that door. For the same reasons, I refuse to give up my MRT seat to a Chinese man of my age. And I will sit next to an Indian man taking up more than one seat on public transport and push his leg over so he doesn’t have things his own way. And do you know what each of those men do in such cases? They don’t say a word. They may glare at me, as I glare at them, but they don’t dare open their mouths. Such is the manner of true bullies.

    If this is how fellow humans are treated then, women and children, what chance do our silent fellow members of the animal kingdom have? Asian values? Give me a fucking break.

  • Pets in Malaysia: Rescuing Cookie

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    I’m writing all this because Cookie had a fall down a flight of stairs a couple of weeks ago and, much to my surprise, she broke a leg. We couldn’t figure it. It was onlya tumble but Sausage has had falls from higher heights (like the time she decided to jump out of J’s arms and timed it all wrong) and not injured herself. What went wrong with Cookie?

    We rushed her to a vet who specialises in treating such injuries. “This injury is very rare,” he said. I wondered why that was because there seemed to be a huge body of papers and information on tibia fractures in dogs. (Of course I did an internet search the minute I heard the diagnosis.) The vet didn’t say much during the initial consultation, but he opened up during the second visit (the actual surgery) when we told him we’d only had Cookie two days before the injury had occurred.

    We mused out loud that we thought Cookie’s muscle condition was poor for a bull terrier of five months of age. (It wasn’t for nothing that J referred to her as his “cow on chopsticks” when he first set eyes on her.) The vet agreed with our remarks and further suggested that she had not been fed very well.

    “Having a bully with this kind of injury is highly unusual,” he said, “because, of all the breeds, bull terriers are the most muscular. If you and a bull terrier collide, you’ll feel it, not him! And usually, there’s enough muscle mass to cushion the dog against fractures like this. But not in this case.” He frowned down at a Cookie just coming out of anaesthetic.
    “How old is she again?” he asked.
    “Five months.”
    “Ah. It would have been very difficult for her.”
    I didn’t follow him. “Difficult?”
    I couldn’t understand this. We had pedigree papers for her. She had champions in her bloodline. What could possibly be difficult?
    “Well, for a start, she has white socks. Do you know what white means to a Chinese? Mourning. Chinese don’t like buying dogs with white socks.” (Fyi, the vet was Chinese.)
    “They’ll have problems buying any bull terrier in that case,” J remarked dryly, “as all bullies have white socks.”
    “And she’s old.”
    “She’s five months old,” I repeated.
    “And getting to the end of being a saleable puppy,” he added. “Do you know what breeders do with the puppies they can’t sell? They stop feeding them.”
    “They starve them to death?!”
    The doctor nodded. “This dog was very lucky to find an owner so late in life.”
    “They just starve the puppy?” I repeated. My mind just didn’t want to take in that picture.
    He nodded. “Of course.” He shrugged. “That’s what they do.”

    That reminds me of Hieronymous, a beautifully natured Birman kitten that I was thinking of buying last year. (You could tell I wanted to buy him because I’d already named him in the pet shop!) Hieronymous was also getting a bit long in the tooth, and a polydactyl at that. I think that’s why nobody bought him. His extra toes. The things people are superstitious about here will astound you. The problem was that I wanted a discount on him because he was not up to date with his vaccinations, not microchipped and also not desexed. The deal fell through because the owner refused to drop the price. Absolutely refused … except by $10. By this time, it became a matter of principle. A $10 discount???? I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be insulted. So I walked away.

    I always wondered what happened to Hieronymous after that failed transaction. Unfortunately now I think I know. As J says, the breeders/owners here are so greedy that they’d rather kill the animals in a terrible fashion rather than discount the price or even give away the pet once they become “unsaleable”. There’s also no sense of responsibility. If the breeders incorporated desexing as a condition of sale, it would stop a lot of the stray problems that plague this country. But that, of course, costs money and spending money, it appears, is not the responsibility of such breeders. They only seem to like receiving it.

    So, even though we paid money for Cookie, J and I realised that what we had on our hands was a badly-fed, almost completely caged “rescue”. A puppy that had never had an opportunity to roam, that was resigned to being crated twenty-three hours a day, and was terribly under-socialised. She didn’t even know how to chew when we first got her. It still makes me angry thinking about it.

    Stay tuned on Monday for conclusions.

  • Pets in Malaysia: Cats

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    Because keeping a dog in your house or allowing them to touch you is haram (essentially, forbidden) in Islam, Malays don’t have dogs as pets. The potential for slipping into sin is too great. But they do keep cats. Malays love cats. Malays love cats so much they refuse to desex them. They want the whole world to be full of cats. They let their precious Persians wander around freely, getting knocked up by every available tom in the neighbourhood, but that’s understandable because it’s God’s will, right? Who are we to interfere with Nature?

    The female cat will bear perhaps four litters a year, bringing all those adorable kittens into the world. The owner might try to give as many away to friends as possible, but how can she do that with all of them? Ah, it’s God’s will. Of course, the mother cat will suffer from exhaustion from the constant breeding. And uncontrolled breeding can lead to a host of serious diseases, including feline AIDS and several cancers but, if that happens, it’s just God’s will, isn’t it? But how the Malays love cats, have I told you that?

    Isn’t it strange how God’s will is so often the cheapest way out of a problem? And even if a cat dies, well with all those by-blows getting traded around like sampler containers of moisturiser, another adorable one will come by soon. It’s all up to God’s will and practising any kind of responsible pet ownership is both an affront to God and to Nature…not to mention costing some money, know what I mean? Bugger that.

    But, in the meantime, everyone should know that I’m bowing to God’s will by allowing my un-neutered cats to wander freely, spreading their seed as God intended. I’m so spiritual and religious I could almost canonise myself.

    Wondering what prompted me to write this little series on pets? Tune in Friday.

    ASIDE: You’re probably wondering why keeping dogs inside the house is haram? It’s because it stops the recording angels from entering. If a recording angel (as opposed to an angel of mercy or an angel of death) enters the house, the dog will alert the members of the family and it seems that rec. angels are a bit like the CIA in that regard … they don’t like other people knowing what they’re doing. So, if a rec. angel sees that a house contains a dog, he will tend not to enter and thereby announce their presence. Why is this such a big deal? Well, it appears that recording angels are the clerks of God and take down all the deeds of the family members for later judgement. As with Roman Catholicism from what I can remember, Muslim angels are all male too. Not a female amongst them. Natch.

  • Pets in Malaysia: At the vet’s

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    It’s been a flurry of visits to the vet recently so I’ve had a chance to sit back and observe how pet owners behave towards their animals. Now remember that the very fact that a human is at the vet’s with her animal means that that human is more animal-aware than the average Asian. You’d think that’s a good thing…until you actually start watching.

    First off are the owners who bring their dogs in without a leash or collar. Oh no, getting into arguments in the waiting room with another dog, risking the anxious animal running off, securing them so they don’t disturb the other pet owners …. none of this is their problem. It’s up to everybody else to break up the fight, catch the dog or move to another seat, where you could be out of luck if the waiting room’s full. The owner will just sit there and watch you, or call someone on the phone and chat while all this is going on. It’s the servants who show the most care, probably because they’re afraid they’ll get beaten to within an inch of their lives if anything happens to the Shih Tzu while on its annual vaccination visit.

    Then there are the owners who behave inappropriately. A small toy poodle is in the waiting room. A German Shepherd comes in, pulling his owner behind him. The poodle is obviously dismayed and starts yelping. What’s the proper reaction? (Of course the poodle isn’t on a leash, take that as a given.) Yes, of course. Hit the poodle. Did you guess that one right? I’ve seen it done with such smoothness, it’s almost art. One fluid move, reaching down to slip off a shoe and then whacking the anxious dog across the nose with it. The last time I saw such grace was watching some old man fiddle with his katana.

    What about the breeders who come in with their puppies for vaccinations? Oh I saw a beauty last week. A wiry Chinese man came in with a dirty, torn plastic laundry hamper, the top secured by a large piece of cardboard and two bungee cords. At first, I thought that he’d found an animal on the road and this was the only container he had spare. Oh, how naive am I??? This man was a breeder, bringing in two Staffordshire pups for their shots. Each animal has to be weighed upon check-in, and this man delved down and brought up a puppy the way you’d bring a crab-pot out of the water. One hand in to grab the scruff of the neck and pull up. No holding of the puppy’s rump. Oh no, that’s for wimps! Just dig out the puppy and dump it on the scale. Get the weight and dump the puppy back into the basket again. Doesn’t matter if it hits the side. Doesn’t matter if it catches a hind leg as it goes in and yelps. Just flick that offending limb out of the way and get the other puppy. This man’s obviously important and has better things to do than actually — ha! ha! — coddle an animal. After all, aren’t they costing him money?

    While on a walk around a very established and salubrious suburb of JB a couple of days later (very little litter on the side of the road), I chanced across several houses with guard dogs. That’s the security deterrent of choice around here. Do you know how hot it gets in Johor? On an average day it’s 33 degrees Celsius (90+ Fahrenheit) and eighty percent humidity. If you have a dog you want to guard your house, let’s say a full-sized poodle, where would you put it? That’s right. You’d stick it on a short metal chain outside your house in full sunlight with only a square of concrete to rest on. Sitting right next to the road all day is exactly how you’d treat a shaggy-coated, highly intelligent, prone to neurosis, animal. What does such a beast need quality of life? Isn’t it enough they have their lives?

    Malays are thinking they’re getting off scot-free because they don’t have anything to do with dogs. I’ll deal with them next time.

  • A Versatile Blogger award? O. kay.

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    My friend Lisabet Sarai just did me the dubious honour of conferring the “Versatile Blogger” award to me. I guess what that means is that I’ll rant and rave about anything! I’m supposed to pass this along to fifteen other bloggers (fifteen??!! Yikes!). That ain’t gonna happen. Tell you seven things about myself that you didn’t know. Hmmm, not sure about that one either. And drop by my victims’ blogs to let them know they’ve been awarded. Okay, that I’m cool with.

    Okay, so things you didn’t know.

    1. With the exception of the four-legged members of the family, each of us (J, The Wast, Little Dinosaur and myself) has been born on a different continent.

    2. J and I chose our wedding date specifically because it was United Nations Day, and we thought that that concept of universality encapsulated what our life together would be like. (From time to time, it’s also resembled a Security Council veto and a couple of resolutions of impending war, but you got to take the good with the bad, know what I mean?)

    3. Because there was so much going on, in my late twenties and early thirties, I used to go one night a week without sleep.

    4. I hate reality TV shows.

    5. I’ve won trophies and medals for martial arts in every tournament I ever entered.

    6. I used to play piano and flute.

    7. I have a little fig bonsai I’m training in my office. (Sit, Ficus! Good girl!)

    Okay, now who I pass this along to? How about friends old and new? Maria Zannini, Liane Spicer, Jenny “Jammy” Schwartz, Trisha Wooldridge, Ann Somerville (just to piss her off! nyuk nyuk), Ted Cross and David Boultbee.

    Next week, I have a week-long series on pets and how they’re treated in Malaysia, so if you want to see me at my opinionated worst, be sure you tune in. In the meantime, thanks Lisabet (dryly) and have a good weekend everyone.

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