This morning, i decided to take a walk on my way to public market. I can see people very busy preparing for the Christmas eve. One particular scene caught my attention and sent chills over my whole body. A skinned dog, on a pole, maybe a "lechong aso". I felt so bad. It reminded me of a bastard riverside family who tried to capture my dog Balto for their dinner somewhere in 1997. I lost two dogs in the past, i fear they ended up similar to this one. Some people really has a culture of eating dogs. Not me, i love them. Whenever i see well cared dogs, they infiltrate my heart, not my stomach. :(
