Dogs Allowed
ACS hosted a dinner party to thank its staff for their hard work during the King’s National Competition. During the course of a month or so, examiners came to our school for refreshments and envelopes of money, and left feeling that our school was pretty great. We aren’t sure of the results, which probably means that we didn’t win but, whether or not we are the best school in the country, in our hearts, ACS is number one.
The day of the dinner feast, hosted at a seafood restaurant in Sattahip, our activities were as follows: wake up; private tennis lesson at the school courts (Mac wore her new lavender tennis skirt, it’s fabulous!); lunch; two-hour massage in Pattaya; make ourselves beautiful (hardly a chore); dinner.
Upon leaving our apartment, we noticed an admiring third party, apart from the truckloads full of workers passing through and saying, “Hello! I love you!” Mojit, one of the dogs owned by our landlord, had decided to tag along for the evening. Earlier in the week, he had tried to follow us to the Health Park for the nightly exercise regimen but turned back at the corner once traffic became heavy. This time, however, he was on a mission and stayed close at our heels (sometimes getting under them and tripping us down the street.) We figured he would turn back at the landfill… at the speed bump… and the school gate. Nope. When we showed up on campus, everyone greeted our new friend with, “Oh! So cute. Dog you?” We teasingly asked if he could “bai dooay”, go with us, and someone important said, “Sure.” Even so, we left him off the bus until the same important person came to the window, pointing at the dog and motioning him into the bus. We brought him into the coach and he settled on his very own seat, right under the air-con nozzle.
Halfway to there (the trip was about an hour, one-way), we wondered what we were going to do with him. When we reached the restaurant, our only option was to take him off the bus. Surely someone would tell us what to do with him before we made it into the restaurant. Nope. Even the brother director, whose family owns the dog, saw Keeks carrying him and only nodded in passing. Before we knew it, and against our better judgment, Mojit was in the restaurant and being greeted by the wait staff and owners. Nobody had a problem with our dog running around the restaurant for the entire night, peering in at the fish in their tanks and laying out on the cool tile floor when he got tired. We quickly dropped our Western ideas about dining etiquette and were able to enjoy his presence like everyone else.
The day of the dinner feast, hosted at a seafood restaurant in Sattahip, our activities were as follows: wake up; private tennis lesson at the school courts (Mac wore her new lavender tennis skirt, it’s fabulous!); lunch; two-hour massage in Pattaya; make ourselves beautiful (hardly a chore); dinner.
Upon leaving our apartment, we noticed an admiring third party, apart from the truckloads full of workers passing through and saying, “Hello! I love you!” Mojit, one of the dogs owned by our landlord, had decided to tag along for the evening. Earlier in the week, he had tried to follow us to the Health Park for the nightly exercise regimen but turned back at the corner once traffic became heavy. This time, however, he was on a mission and stayed close at our heels (sometimes getting under them and tripping us down the street.) We figured he would turn back at the landfill… at the speed bump… and the school gate. Nope. When we showed up on campus, everyone greeted our new friend with, “Oh! So cute. Dog you?” We teasingly asked if he could “bai dooay”, go with us, and someone important said, “Sure.” Even so, we left him off the bus until the same important person came to the window, pointing at the dog and motioning him into the bus. We brought him into the coach and he settled on his very own seat, right under the air-con nozzle.
Halfway to there (the trip was about an hour, one-way), we wondered what we were going to do with him. When we reached the restaurant, our only option was to take him off the bus. Surely someone would tell us what to do with him before we made it into the restaurant. Nope. Even the brother director, whose family owns the dog, saw Keeks carrying him and only nodded in passing. Before we knew it, and against our better judgment, Mojit was in the restaurant and being greeted by the wait staff and owners. Nobody had a problem with our dog running around the restaurant for the entire night, peering in at the fish in their tanks and laying out on the cool tile floor when he got tired. We quickly dropped our Western ideas about dining etiquette and were able to enjoy his presence like everyone else.
Since Mojit isn't so keen on having his picture taken (and we never have our camera on us to capture his afternoon napping position in the middle of the busy intersection), we've decided to post some pictures of a boy feeding a baby elephant in Chonburi this past weekend. Enjoy!
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