Children and dogs...

On the subway I started playing peek-a-boo with a curious toddler sitting one lap over. What else would I do when a small child stares at my blue eyes and then covers their brown beauties. But this game did not end well. I smiled upon reappearing from behind my hands. He cried. Scary foreign ghost!

In Xingcheng I took an early morning solo stroll down modern city allies to the ancient city wall. I made it inside before the kitschy shops opened and the noisy crowds gathered - ah, peace! Down one what we might call an alley but in Ming Dynasty China was a real street a local canine was waiting at its gate for re-admittance. My legs were just another early morning stroller's legs. Panting and waiting. Waiting and panting. But then pooch looked up. It saw my big nose (I think dogs are color blind so we can't blame my blue eyes). It panicked, reared up and pounded its front paws on the gate of wait. The gate popped open and the pooch ran for the safety if its owner's courtyard.

Children and dogs cry or flea at my visage. Aren't I special.

written by

prrrrl on October 4, 2013 from Beijing, China

from the travel blog: Beijing, 2010 or Liaoning, 2013. They are appear to be mixed up!

tagged Dog, Ghost, Run and Cry

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