In an old house behind ours Mr. Tang had and I hope still has a lovely dog named Sally.

She is the type of dog that everyone wants to pet but Sally is more choosy than most. It was my plan to woo her without the use of scraps from the kitchen as others had done. I wanted her to like me for myself. Someone said that this meant something more than I would admit.I had what I thought sufficient time to try to win her friendship and so I tried my best to win her on my own; walking slowly by, talking sweetly to her nearly every day for those few privileged years. But in the end Sally never warmed and always acted towards me with the same fear and surprise as she did the many strangers (tourists) that toured the village each weekend. 

And so the plan did not work my friends, but the dream, the dream will never die.

Some of you know her; you have passed her in the hot Asian sun and heard her call out to you, warning you to come no closer. She is a good Dog. In a box somewhere I have photos of her, somewhere.  If any of you who know her have one would you please…could you please be so very kind and send it on to me so that I can post it here and everyone who wonders can see her? Please…