My personal revenge
My last supper.
Mike and I had had this unhealthy desire to eat dog since we first came to Korea 2 years ago and neither of us had accomplished this feat as yet.
Our histories.. Mike loves dogs, his family breeds them as something of a hobby. I basically hate dogs. When I was about 14 I was attacked by a doberman and still have teeth scars on the back of my leg. Ironically, Mike's family have dobermans.
**Ok, so I don't hate dogs per se. I have an uneasiness around them. I still like dogs if I deem them of the friendly variety.
Anyway, to Alana's distaste, we went for boshintang.
It came.. it looked and smelt good.
It tasted fkn delicious!
Alana couldn't bring herself to do it, but after seeing us enjoying it so much, she felt the need to sample the goods.
One taste. Just one taste she says.
She can't stop at one, she has to have another... just then her phone rings.
Her dad, an avid dog lover.. "What are you doing?"
"I'm eating dog with Mike and Andee"
..... "Dad? Hello?"
He'd hung up.
