By Jay Scott Kanes
LAMMA ISLAND, Hong Kong -- Even here, on a peaceful, tropical island, signs of dogged discontent emerge.
After carefully sniffing out shared sentiments, some members of the canine community howled defiantly in protest against Lamma Fun Day. That’s a popular annual festival for humans held recently.
Throngs of people bartered, chewed, played and partied at the popular Power Station Beach, usually a playground for local dogs. Later the leading wags and woofers gathered for an emergency meeting at a secret location high in the overlooking hills.
“Again this year, the humans went too damn far with their so-called Fun Day,” growled one dog. “No-fun day’s more like it.”
“They took over our beach,” snarled another. “The humans tramped everywhere, thicker than mosquitoes.”
“Who can chase sticks through a beach-volleyball game?” demanded a vexed retriever.
“Chase sticks! I didn’t get off my leash.”
“What was all the noise on that little platform under a plastic roof?” wondered a big-eared beagle. “Hurt my ears, it did.”
“Let’s recruit a Lamma-dog army,” barked a determined Dobermann. “We have the fang-power to march onto our beach and chase the humans away.”
“Yip, yip,” came enthusiastic cheers from many of the others.
“Whoa, whoa,” protested two tubby terriers. “We can’t bite at the hands that feed us. That’s bad strategy.”
“Right,” snarled a Schnauzer. “Tomorrow the beach should return to normal. Let’s not over-react.”
After many rounds of yelping debate, the meeting adjourned without agreement. Then all the attendees romped home to check on their dinner dishes.
No chasing sticks here.
Serious sniffing can't disperse the crowd.
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