Got home from Bangkok on Monday afternoon after a long day to find a pool of blood on the doorway patio. Having looked around for a bit and not able to spot the casualty, up limps Joe, resident mangy street dog who I have soft spot for. Obviously been in a fight with another mutt and was bleeding all over from somewhere underneath.
Volunteering to clean him up, I was about to have a go at him with a cloth and some water. Dogs eat mainly rice in Thailand (yes, rice) and consequently most of the time they are lethargic and maleable, so it was quite easy to spin him over onto his back.
Ah, it soon became clear where the blood was coming from, Joe had been badly bitten 'on his tackle'. The randy devil had obviously tried to mess with the wrong bitch. This became a job for the vet. Do they have vets in Thailand?
Apparently, yes, there was one in town, so, refusing to let my male canine pal die of an infection to his bangkok (it's just not an acceptable way to go) we set off, Sutiya driving, and me and the mutt in the back of a pick-up. Juice was low so first stop - petrol station. The petrol girls filling us up were a bit taken aback to see a beer-bellied whitey in the back of a pickup, with blood all over him, and a dog bleeding badly from the tackle. I tried to let them know that the dog had been in a fight with another dog by making 'gnashing' gestures with my hands, and growling, but it was pretty clear they just thought I was a freak. As we pulled away, I thought about doing the 'dog wave' with the mutts paw, and the customary 'doggie says goodbye, woof woof', but reckoned my street cred was already on the down low.

(the pick-up - a fave of old grannies in Thailand.)
On arrival, the vet was actually brilliant, we managed to stick Joe on the table, where three ladies went to work. It became clear that Joe had been in the middle of 'trying to perform' when the lassie dog turned on him and the injury occured! The vet had to perform one of the most eye watering maneauvres in order to get to, and clean, the cut. Think 'ice pop' and you get the picture. It was pretty horrendous viewing.
The vet gave us a load of drugs for the pooch and told us to fit a lampshade on mutts head (this is a dog that hasn't ever seen a lead). So, all sorted, back of the wagon, heading for home, dog looking rather sheepish with new lampshade fitted, myself covered in dog hair, blood and spit.
Storm kicks in half way home and Buddha decides to quite literally throw out all the bath water. Due to general fatigue, the long day and all the excitement I found this to be hilarious, and many a Thai lorry driver pulled alongside the pick up to see a mangy street dog complete with new lampshade, with a touristy looking whitey, getting totally drenched, howling with laughter..
The English have arrived!
(at least the wangers head stayed dry)