What care hath Project Pat my nigga? What care hath he?
Must he chase a butterfly and a bee?
What care hath he?
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Walked a dog at the dog pound today. Pretty nice guy, Niko or something like that. Kind of dog you'd be happy to take home. I could see he liked me and was kind towards the kids but unfortunately it does not seem like eastern Europeans on the whole are fond of dogs. In two years in Bulgaria I only recall seeing someone name their dog once, it wasn't a lot of dogs there. Murphy, was the name of this dog on a walk in Sofia. In Paris, France, in 1992, I remember travelling alone and seeing two dogs riding comfortably on the floor of the carriage, quite large. However dogs are not common in Paris either, neither in many European cities where the folks have no backyards or front yards. In Australia they are exceedingly common and in America they have God like status and are highly beloved. Furthermore the Americans are exceedingly kind to their dogs and would not dream of harming their dogs.
In Spain I do not recall seeing many dogs at all, however I was involved with a dog in southeastern Spain that was absolutely covered in ticks. I had never seen such a case or known it possible however my uncle's female friend somehow knew of this dog and got me to help her remove all the ticks from it at a veterinary. In fact, the veterinary would remove all the ticks with some pliers and that dog had like a hundred or more. It seemed as if the ticks could literally suck the lifeblood out of it. It was left bloody and bleeding with no ticks and I don't remember where it ended up just that this lady, in her late 30 or 40s by the looks of her, was recruiting me as her buddy's nephew, to help the dog so I put it in my uncle's car and drove it to the veterinary clinic. And would have returned it to her home or something I can't even remember or have a clue why I'm even remembering that.
The Anglo Saxon lady from the marine shop yesterday, kind of unfriendly seeming, mentioned yesterday on my blog, turns out she was a water police officer for a long time. I've seen many (actually probably around ten) English people move around in Spain absolutely happy to be there, not counting trash bag young drunks flying in and out of Ibiza for group orgies and perversions and the like, folks I've happily managed to avoid there. However, as mentioned, like many dogs I meet that are clearly suspicious and resentful towards me, I've lost count of Anglo Saxons in Australia who subconsciously feel aversion towards my genetic existence (Iberian bred), or some kind of inherent Catholicism or something. It's a thing. Which was one of the pleasant surprises about the Pittwater area of Sydney I found recently in the last few years, plenty of successful and happy Anglo Saxon folks, few century old resentments for wogball from Spain.
Alternatively I sometimes meet dogs I like that absolutely love me. There is one dog in particular that I might encounter once every two months, that is absolutely delighted and full of love to see me. I am amazed how much this dog loves me and what a gentle thing it is.
What care hath Pai Mei, my nigga? What care hath he?
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Having said all that. The two or three times I travelled in England, I always found the English people there to be extremely well behaved (English manners), with the exception of a pub full of forty or so men that broke out into a loud carousing song of 'tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.' The police there look likeable. The English people were actually a delight to be around. Excepting London, where they were not unbearable but just overcrowded. I do run into scores of likeable Anglo Saxons in Australia however they're not consistent and solid like in England. They perpetuate an inborn, genetic desire, to perpetuate their general English system of doing things, which comes naturally to them, in Australia and New Zealand, however they do not seem psychologically grounded the way folks in England seemed to be. Noting that I did not go anywhere slummy in England. Eton, Bath, Bath countryside towns, the like. Mind you that was 1996, about four years after aforementioned visit to Paris as a sixteen year old, and England back then was fairly English with less stabbings I suppose. Crime has gotten a lot worse since then, I suppose.
Minnesota boobs anyone?
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