The DOG!

Most people know that I (Stuart) am not a great dog lover, but may you please direct any anger you feel about this story towards Martine, because as children say in Primary School "It wasn't my fault -she dared me!" There are many dogs in Vietnam, and to the untrained eye they may look like pets. However, that is not the only purpose they serve in life (or death). So when I joked that the Vietnamese had the right idea in eating them (when some were barking at us) MARTINE said "I was all mouth and no trousers," if I didn't eat one myself. (As you can see, I am completely blameless in all of this.) So that evening after MARTINE had arranged it with our driver, we went to the most unhygenic 'restuarant' either of us have ever seen to do the terrible deed. (Incidently, MARTINE ate Buffalo, which are extremely cute animals in their own way.) I was served hot deep fried dog and cold boiled or roasted dog. BOTH tasted horrible and were very chewy, although the driver and his friend took great delight in the whole experience. Needless to say, neither of us felt very well for the next few days, and vegetable noodle soup was consumed in large quantities.

I (Martine) am not to blame for any of this, it is Stuart's sick love for food and hatred for dogs that led him to this. I'm glad to say that he felt awful for several days and that he will probably agree one day to having a dog as a pet after all, without me having to be afraid that Stuart will have had it for dinner.

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