Just call me Greedy

Yes, friends, the mystery of the abandoned/lost Golden Retriever has been solved by my mother, the neighbourhood sleuth...and to think I was worried about this dog for 2 weeks!

Mom: [Offering dog food] Come here, poor doggie.
Stinky: Wow! Thanks! [Gobble gobble]
Old Lady: You don't have to feed it...
Stinky: Hey old woman, watch what you are saying - [Gobble gobble]
Mom: Why? So poor thing, lost and so faithful.
Old Lady: Haha, no no, it's not lost.
Stinky: ...[Gobble gobble]
Old Lady: It's just greedy.
Stinky: Old woman, don't call [gobble gobble] me names!
Old Lady: It belongs to that house over there, behind. Can see? It sneaks out almost every morning.
Mom: Who's the owner?
Old Lady: You never see him before meh? An old man with many of this kind of dogs? He feeds them once a day only, so this one is very greedy, comes and sits in front of my house to beg me for food every morning.
Mom: Aiyoh.
Old Lady: Yah, very greedy.
Mom: And stinky.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You should report that irresponsible owner to SPCA. Just give them a call or email them with the address details. They'll send an inspector down to the premises and they'll probably ring you to tell you what they've found.
2:17 pm
ampulets said…
Is that you, Lin Dai? Hmmm, let me go check out this owner some more. Maybe the old lady has a thing against the owner (you know...neighbourhood politics). All dogs are greedy, no? hehe.
3:01 am
Anonymous said…
Well, the dog is also not in the best physical shape, no? And is it wearing a collar? See, its owner is clearly not taking good care of it to be letting it run around the estate as if it were a stray. Some of your neighbours might even call in the AVA, thinking that it is a stray.
9:50 am
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