I'm taking a short break from blogging and visiting blogs. It seems like the world has gone mad, especially if you follow a particular thread at Dear Author where it seems as if someone has let the lunatics out to play, and I'm fatigued/overdosed on all that drama and having to sit on my hands so that I won't type a response and be dragged into the nonsense. I may blog some nonsense if the mood strikes me, but don't expect to see me around the blog-o-sphere anytime soon as I recharge my drama-llama tolerance threshold. That's the only way I can deal with such drama eruption, where very few of the participants manage to escape without having eggs on their online visages.
Anyway, while I'm here, let me report that I have my new PC all set up and ready to go, so updates on the site will resume tomorrow. It's late now and I need my sleep. Also, I wish I am a billionaire, so that I can use my money to set up a big halfway home for dogs. Today, I came across this very cute but very dirty bulldog, left to fend for itself at the grounds around some shop houses in Pandamaran. I talked to the restaurant owner and it seemed that the dog was dumped on the ground one fine morning and no one knows who the dog belonged to. How nice - another "let's throw away the dog now that it is no longer a cute puppy!" owner.
The dog is really, really cute* and I wish there is a way I can bring it home with me, but alas, there are only so many dogs I can keep in my house without having the neighbors calling the law on me. The owner is feeding the dog, though, so that's some consolation - she likes how the dog's presence can deter potential thieves from hanging around the place. The dog is lucky in this instance, then, to have someone that is willing to tolerate having it around.
*My definition of "cute" is different in the sense that I love ugly dogs. Which is to say, this particular dog would be considered butt-ugly by most people because of its appearance (which is why I suspected its owner tossed it aside without a thought), but I personally thought the dog looks too adorable. It has character, you know. If you have seen my darling tubby dalmatian-whatever mongrel with her stumpy awkward-looking legs, oversized head, lack of neck, and weird spot pattern (seriously, I have no idea what breed of dog her other parent could belong to), you'd realize that I like my dogs to be what people consider hideous. I suspect that I am a natural when it comes to giving TLC to dogs that most people would shun or reject. Which is why, alas, I often wish I have the time, resources, energy, and, most importantly, money to set up a dog shelter of some sort.