Richard’s Nasty Dog
September 28th 2008 21:00
Photo by Flatscaster. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Like many teenagers, when I was sixteen I was heavily into music. At that time, anything by Stock, Aitken and Waterman was all the rage at school. My friend Richard, who was into Midnight Oil (“Oils rule!”) used to tease me and anyone else who liked anything that wasn’t Australian pub rock. Richard was particularly scathing about electronic music, even though he had a Human League album at home.
One day Richard invited me over to his house to listen to some records. I was delighted as I found Richard fun to be with. He was like a brother to me so I knew I could trust him. My parents, however, begged to differ. In their Communist Chinese world, the only nice boys were nice Chinese ones. Your first date happened once you turned eighteen and you were chaperoned the whole time (usually by a relative such as an older sibling). The idea of being friends with a member of the opposite sex was completely foreign to them (excuse the pun). So when I asked my parents for permission to go to Richard’s house, they declined – and declined furiously.
So I decided to sneak over to Richard’s house one day after school. I walked up the driveway and was making my way towards the front door when a dog came flying from behind the house, barking furiously at me. I was stunned. Richard never mentioned anything about having a vicious dog. I remember someone told me the worst thing to do in a situation like this was to run away as it only encouraged the dog to chase after me. So I stood there while the dog kept barking furiously at me. It came up close and sussed me out. After what felt like an eternity, it walked off, still barking. I took the opportunity to flee.
When I told Richard about it the next day, he seemed to find the whole thing hilarious. I didn’t. We stayed friends but I never got invited to his house again.
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