EPTIndia, Thailand, Japan then Thailand again.
While in Thailand I met a being that was to be with me ever since. That was in Koh Pan Ghan, on Than Sadet, a dream beach with only few bungalows on an island.
Up the hill next to the beach was a small restaurant, I used to have breakfast at that restaurant. Not only the view over the sea was marvelous up there, but also 10 puppies were playing with each other on the terrasse.
Now during this trip, I had many weird and powerful experiences that included dogs, wich I will not relate here, but seeing thoses newborn, cute as hell, jumping on each other in make believe fight, got me thinking. I wanted to take one home.
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I allowed myself one week of reflexion. Taking a dog is a commitment, a 10 to 15 years commitment.
Being young, unwise and impulsive, I went up to the restaurant and asked the owner, Plaa, a young single mom, if I could take one.
She said yes, only if I was to take care of him well.
Of course I was.
Then she asked me if I wanted a male or a female.
I said I wanted a male, because I was getting along better with boys than with girls.
Only 2 males where born of the 11 puppies litter. One of them, Bom, was already adopted by a local weed dealer. That dog (Bom) was a nasty piece of meat, always fighting with the others puppies.
The other one was still there, and was somehow the favourite of Plaa's daughter.
I was reluctant in taking the girls dog, but Plaa insisted I took him. So here I was with the little 3 months old furball in my arms.
I had to give him a name, and I choosed to name it after the man bird warrior that is featuded on every official thai building and paper, including bills, stamps, banks.
I asked Plaa how it was called and she said it was the Garuda, Pha Ya Krut. That was too damn long so I shorten it to Klut and he was baptised.
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I stayed in Thailand for a few more months. Travelling around with Klut inside my bag, fighting to get him inside a bus or a hotel room with dog hatin' thai.
Sometimes I had to get a bottle of cold water so that he could refresh himself by cuddling round it and keep quiet during transport. And when the time had come to go back to Switzerland, I had to fast during a two week so I could afford the cage to have him with me on the plane.
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In Switzerland he acclimated himself pretty quick.
We arrived during summer and he was 4 months and a half.
One thing was strange tho, he couldn't seem to play with other dogs. He was afraid of them and could not understand european dog way of socialising. He was used to the pack, even that young.
He had played with his sisters, but mostly fought viciously with Bom.
I had to protect him from all the dogs we encountered in Thailand, for the law of the alpha dog is the custom among them and it's not unusual to see a stray getting mauled alive because he crossed the border of a pack territory.
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Later on that became his only flaw. When he was 2 years old, and became a proper male (with balls and all).
He snapped completely in presence of other dogs. To him it was the way to go.
First we see if I can beat the crap out of you, then we play.
Of course, in Europe, people tend to not think like that... Their dog is an extention of themselves and is not an animal, but kind of a small human with a lot of body hair.
Well Klut was a fucking wild beast in presence of his fellow dogs.
More than once I had to pay veterinarian bills or plead his case in front of a judge because of that. He didn't get to play with a lot of dogs too.
God damn I should have thought twice before taking a male. But that was it, he was my dog.
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One thing he got from being the favourite of the daughter of a single mom when he was a baby is love for woman.
He loved girls. Not only all girls, just the most beautiful of them. If he entered a room full of people (and there was no dogs there to fight) he would go strait to the most beautiful girl and cheer her up. That was quite embarrassing, but conviniant I must say.
He always got along with my girlfirends, except for the part where he lost his beard all over the place. Well anyways, they knew it, it was love me love my dog.
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I enjoyed running in the forest, with him opening the way for me. I never needed a trail, for he could find one for me. I did not do that nearly enough with him. It was hard to get into the wild and unleach him.
I had to got for long walk in the parks at the wee hours of the night, just to make sure we would not cross another dog path.
It was mostly my excuse to play starcraft until 3am. He knew the "TchaaaK, Bluip, Bluip" Sound sequence that meant I closed broodwar was meaning going out.
He lived with me in all the places I been to during a decade. Lately he stayed with my mom. I fought for him, argued for him thousands of times.
He had the softest hairs a dog can have and he never smelled bad. He was loud, but he seldom barked, he use to sing.
I don't think I was nearly as good a master as he was a good friend to me.
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None of the pictures up there are of him. For I do not have any with me. I left Switzerland 2 month and a half ago, those are of other dogs I met in the USA.
I will be back home in a week.
2 hours ago, Klut died in Switzerland. He was 12 years old.
sorry man. Dogs are awesome animals. I still keep pics of my two that passed away, I feel ya man. My pup always brightens my day when he comes charging at me when I come back from work.
