My plan was to endear her to you all (refer to post about life-saving dog saving life), and then, a couple weeks before leaving Indonesia, pretend that Steve and I mistakenly ate her after a devastating misunderstanding at a restaurant that Steve and I stopped to eat at while we were out walking her one day. I hadn’t yet decided when/how I would confess to making everything up.
As you can plainly see, it would have been hilarious.
Steve, lame as he is, didn’t find it funny at all. Here are just some quotes from my ‘Negative Ned’ husband:
“We aren’t even LEAVING for Indonesia for 3 months! What on earth would make you think of this?!”
“Ugh. What normal person lies to people for months like you’re planning to? No one will think this is funny at the end but you!”
“It’s not funny!!”
The best part was that my mom and one brother seemed to be starting to get attached to her.
“How is she doing?!” “You’re going to bring her home with you right?” “It’s not fair to leave her there… bring her home!”
I was so excited!
And then… Sad Disappointment (which also is ironic, you’ll see why soon).
Steve and I went to Berastagi on Monday so he could visit his friend Roy. While there, I thought it would be good to go visit Toque (actually named Chica), so I could post a more recent picture of her with me and add another cutesy story to the blog. There aren’t many dogs in Indonesia that are as nice looking as she was, never mind her wonderful colouring, and I have yet to see a dog that looks even remotely close to her (otherwise I would have used them instead). So I was (obviously) very excited.
We arrived, and the 15 or so year old girl who I know only as Chica’s owner, was there with her father. And a puppy I had never seen before.
Emily: Hi! Umm… where’s Chica?
Chica’s Owner: *Narrowing eyes slightly, face taking on look of defiance* Oh! You’ll have to ask my father that question. *Looks accusingly at father*
Father: (Didn’t hear previous exchange of conversation) What?
Emily: *Slightly worried* Where is Chica?
Father: *Face takes on look that is 25% shame, 75% amusement* Oh! *laughs* Chica.
*Awkward moment as everyone keeps staring at everyone else*
Emily: *Speaking to Chica’s owner again* *Friendly yet strained chuckle* Seriously. Where is she?
Chica’s Owner: *Completely Not Impressed* My mother took her to her village for the new year.
*At this point, Emily’s eyes bugged out knowingly, and the father laughed again, this time his shame and amusement ratio seemed a more polite 50/50.*
Emily: I…. see.
If you haven’t guessed it by now, Toque/Chica, the dog I had planned my whole joke around, was eaten!
Though disappointed I didn’t get to fake eat her, I take some amusement from the following facts:
1. When I made up the whole thing of me having to buy Chica/Toque or else she would have gotten eaten, I had no idea how true that statement was.
2. Even in the fake, fairy-tale version of her life, where she is rescued from people who would intentionally eat her, Toque/Chica still ended up getting eaten. Poor dog.
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