back to blogging I go in memory of Chelsea, a fellow Chowbrador
If you have to ask, then you don’t have back problems. It is just more comfortable for me to lie half in and half out of my very expensive bed than it is to be all curled up. It works for me.
It’s true that I haven’t written for a while. My brain dried out. Every time owner looked at me I knew she was wondering what I was thinking and feeling. My new dwelling spot became anywhere Curly was ‘cause he’s not into that touchy feely stuff so much and the pressure was off.
A new Facebook fan asked if I was going to post any more blogs and this jostled me into action. Her dog, Chelsea, who so sadly passed away unexpectedly, was a doppelgänger for yours truly. I swear you would not have been able to tell us apart. Apparently we both have the same delightful personalities, so much so that both owner and Chelsea’s owner swear we should be a breed unto ourselves. I wholeheartedly agree. Chowbradors unite!!! Demand recognition. We are top dog quality.
There’s a new dog in our family. A grand dog for owner and a cousin for me, but the bad news is he lives in China. Damn it all…this dog is going to be gorgeous. Not only that but the darn thing is bilingual. This dog is preparing for the new world; he speaks English and Mandarin. However, he speaks both in a high-squealed pitch since he had his balls chopped off this week. Serves the little pup right for trying to take over in the cuteness factor in our household. Everywhere owner went with him in Shanghai, people stopped to gawk and talk.
Xiongxiong (shongshong) means little/little or bear/bear. BUT if you say it properly it means Little Bear. David got mad at owner for sounding “tres sophistique” by pronouncing it Jeanjean. After three weeks she had it down pat .What was hilarious to owner is that David’s high school and university language teachers would fall over in a faint if they heard him chattering away in Chinese about his dog. David? speaking a foreign lanuage? huh? impossible! Incroyable!! (said in French to show you I’m not quite the dumb dog Xiongxiong may think I am.)
Samoyeds are one of the few breeds popular in Shanghai which doesn’t make sense. It is brutally hot in the summer time. However, the apartments stay very cold due to the marble floors and the way the buildings are designed. In fact in winter, when it is very very cold, the buildings are almost impossible to get warm inside. They don’t have any central heating and it is colder inside than out
Who doesn’t love a puppy, especially in a country where they eat dogs? Just kidding.
(keeping the print small so as not to offend, use your imagination if you want..and no they never went here, they would never go here, this is just a menu someone showed them.)
I don’t think anyone owner and Curly met thought about eating Xiongxiong but they were curious. Many were even very frightened. The most frightened was the hotel attendant who bent down for a pat when the little guy dove for his balls….the attendant let out quite a squeal and was quick to protect himself with his hands. Then Xiong knocked over the large sand-filled ashtray outside the hotel. Instantaneously an important person from the “delighted to serve” staff came outside to tell owner….”this hotel no regulating for dogs.” She took it to mean get the heck off the property! She did.
(dish of duck tongues for sale…reallly delicious according to Leta, David’s girlfriend, native Shanghainese)
Eating food was really hard for Owner while she was away. Curly ate everything. He kind of fell into that rule of thumb…..eat everything with four legs except tables and anything that flies except airplanes. Owner was not quite as convinced this was the way to go. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around “duck web” soup or roasted “duck beak.” “Sliced fried pig’s ears”….well her stomach was a little out of sorts that day. When David said that he didn’t think Leta’s blood soup was really blood soup, she replied oh yes, these long dark strands are blood. Oh, yum! Owner thought about eating shrimp in a cyrbelium format but didn’t know what it was so stuck to Peking Duck – who knew the Chinese invented fajitas!
(unidentified objects in background, undoubtedly delicious according to Leta)
Just so you can envision the restaurant. It was actually lovely. It was on the third, fourth and fifth floor of a large tower. The tables were great. It was clean and modern. The only problem was that it was windowless and everyone smokes in the waiting area. This smoking takes place in a country where already the air particulate count is four times higher than we regard as the most dangerous level for humans. (trust me Owner suffered, suffered, suffered, and is still suffering from this air pollution.) You are crammed in an airless, windowless room waiting for your
table with fifty or sixty of the heaviest smoking dudes on the planet. Curly knew Owner couldn’t handle it and found her a small breezeway to wait for their table. Leta probably thinks Owner is a big whiner but let’s face it we live in Telluride, home of clean air and no smoking.
locusts on the left and large snails son the right, delicious according to Leta
Being a worrywart Owner also thought a lot about this issue…if there is a fire, we will NEVER get out of here. Luckily there was no fire, the meal was great and she survived the smoke.
God only knows (looks like bat if you ask me?) but I’m sure it is delicous according to Leta.
Speaking Chinese is almost impossible. There are many tones for words, words that go up in sound, words that go down, words that say in the same sound range…and something else..up and down in one breath? Who knows. At any rate Owner has always prided herself on doing really well with languages. Mandarin had her beat. Learning to say thank you 90% properly took three weeks. It sounds a bit like Sheiiisheiiii..but you can never quite get your ears wrapped around where those sounds are going. On the night of Peking Duck she practiced the word for tea…..”cha”. She had it down pat until the waiter came. He looked at her and said TEA? Damn!!!
owner eating Spider
just kidding..it’s dried tea leaf,she never heard anyone ate spider
After the meal we headed out to Snake Street. Luckily it was really Snack Street. Leta has a bit of difficulty with differentiating between Snake and Snack….a lot like Owner with her Chinese. David engaged in tons of bartering with the local sellers who get an enormous charge out of a 6’2” blue eyed boy arguing with them about their goods and their prices. Hilarity ensued.
duck is just duck right..but the head is really delicious according to Leta
And what should we spy here? Perhaps we wanted a little after meal snack? Well why not scorpion on a shishkebab sticks. Large platters of snails and locusts were also available if you just wanted a little protein kick to start your evening. Well they don’t eat a lot of sugar and you might as well snack on something you like. To everyone’s great fortune a couple hearty Brit boys came along and they really felt like a snack of Scorpion. When I figure out how to get that little video up and running….you shall
Scorpions, seahorse, and starfish ready for snacking upon. Horrible idea for a snack and Leta would never try one. FINALLY
be the first to see them chow down on the little wrigglers. These boys were some hearty travellers. They had already feasted (and hold on to your hats and don’t get mad at me as I’m only the messenger not the chef) on cat, dog and snake. They found cat the tastiest. Well, as a dog I can’t really disagree with that although I’ve never really managed to catch one of the critters. Maybe I should go to China and check the little meow’s out. (ouch! I felt that slap)
So Owner has a lot of China stories. Some will have you rolling on the floor laughing. Just a teaser, anyone need a massage? And, no, it’s not what you think.
Xiongxiong – Cute and bilingual
me – Unlingual but Cutest of the Cute
OK…not my best look fresh out of the shower
It feels good to be back. See ya later.