
You may recall my earlier profile of
Jake, a perpetually unkempt 4 year old white male carousing canine who doesn't really care about much except for partying and ingesting massive quantities of whatever alcohol he can find. After seeing my
blog entry about him, Jake told me he was a little freaked out and was going to chill out for a while and get some much-needed rest. Well, unfortunately it looks like Jake has fallen back into his old routine, going out every night with the kind of reckless abandon and feverish intensity one usually sees only when the nuclear bombs are raining down and Armageddon is imminent.
Jake’s latest drunken episode took place last Thursday night on Silom Road, where he went to check out the scene at the
Patpong Night Market. With all its bright lights and delicious aromas from streetside food vendors, Bangkok’s Silom district provides a rich sensory environment for street dogs that like the feel of a big city, and the Night Market provides ample cover for dogs to sneak around and forage for scraps of food on the grimy sidewalks and in the gutters.
Jake, however, loves the Night Market for a different reason. The Night Market vendors selling t-shirts, watches, and cassettes will often drink whiskey while they're waiting for customers, and Jake has developed a system in which he’ll wait until a vendor is distracted and then swoop in and gulp down whatever's left in their glass. Last Thursday night, Jake was able to steal four drinks in about 15 minutes using this tactic. Naturally, he quickly became a stumbling mess. But while most dogs would know when to stop, Jake just kept soldiering on through the market in search of more unattended whiskey.
Finally, Jake came upon a full glass that, unbeknownst to him, contained straight
Sangthip whiskey, which is not the greatest tasting stuff around but definitely packs a wallop. He told me the last thing he remembers is chugging the whole glass, staggering around, making a romantic overture to a nearby garbage can, and then passing out on the street. The next morning (as pictured above) Jake woke up in the back of a tuk-tuk with a devastating hangover and several new (and painful) scratches all over his booze-battered body.
Jake reckons that after he passed out, someone took pity on him in his drunken state and tried to send him home. Although grateful for the Good Samaritan's gesture, the next day Jake was in no mood to look at the bright side of anything. "I’m never drinking again, man – NEVER."