Singapore Times Exclusive: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY: FLYING THE COOP INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Some you holier than thou readers may be tsk tsking me for contemplating Bobby Jr. was a decent fellow. OK, he might have exhibited brutality to others but I saw him as my protector. Perhaps it was that hostage identifying with the captor psychological phenomena?
And yes, due to the Singaporean penchant for air-conditioning which freezes a Scotsman’s blood cold I have hopped on Bobby Jr.’s bed and rested at the foot of the bed. Cold air sinks remember?
I never forgot Bob and Fay my master and mistress but being a mindful mutt, I must live in the moment and the moment was keeping on the best terms with Bobby Jr. the man that promised come what may no harm would come to me.
You wanted me to be the fearless Westie that escapes to the streets of Singapore with animal control as efficient as the Gestapo! I am brave but not stupid. It was not the time to fly the coop and end up in the slaughterhouse.
