In her first few weeks with us, Sarawat has become the most popular member of the Wilson household. The guards in our building all know her name and say hi to her as she walks by, and the motorcycle taxi guys are always happy to give her a pat on the head when we wander past their stand. It's not unusual for us to be walking her down the street and hear the Doppler effect of "Sarawaaaaat!" being yelled from a passing motorcycle.
We had Patrick's colleagues over for dinner a couple of weeks ago, and as you can see, she was the life of the party:
OK, so she wasn't dancing on the table. She was very happy to hang out and be fawned over!
She's also gained a fan club down at the local pool hall. Our neighborhood features many, er, entertainment options, including places to shoot pool with lovely Thai ladies. One of the joints could easily become one of Sarawat's afternoon hangouts. Jennifer happened to walk by one afternoon a couple of weeks ago, and all of the bar girls came flitting out to meet Sarawat. Before Jennifer knew it, they were taking pictures of the dog with their camera phones, styling her hair, and generally making her one of the girls. We've gone back a couple of times since to shoot pool and chat with the manager. Everyone who works there is very nice, so we'd like to be occasional customers ... but we don't know what else goes on there, if you know what we mean.
Life isn't all parties and pool, though. Sometimes you just want to hang out at home and chew on something. Fortunately, Helen knows what that's all about and sent Sarawat a care package. It went over very well.
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