Chinese Dog

Erin, April and I went to dinner tonight at our "corner restaurant" to order dishes. We got some potatoes with beef, garlic greens with doufu, a beef soup of some sort and lamb sticks (like kebabs). And of course, the normal Jasmine tea that's served.

When you order sticks you get two chunks of lamb seasoned and put on a stick with a big chunk of fat put in between them and then they're grilled to perfection. We do not eat the fat. We get enough fat in the oil that all the food is swimming in.

(We are sitting outside and eating as the sun is setting over the mountains.)

After we finished eating we were talking while letting our food digest. And we see this little dog running around, obviously looking for scraps of some sort. Well...since we don't eat the fat on those sticks, we thoughts we'd give him some.

We try calling him over...yell "here doggy, doggy", whistle, make clicking noises with our tongues, and I even tried doing the Chinese grunt noise that they do to each other. Nothing was working. That dog would not come over to us.

We thought maybe he was intimidated because we're foreigners. And...he doesn't understand English-only Chinese. So we started yelling "Dog" in Chinese. Still didn't work. He wouldn't come. But we did manage to get the rest of the customers involved. They all started whistling and calling for the dog for us, all the while, laughing with us at the humor in it all.