Feeeeesh

I took Asher on a walk today. I had meant to only go on a short walk, of the hour variety. I got through the park near my apartment, and decided to keep walking. When I got big intersection, I kept walking to the river, and when I got THERE, I figured why not just take the river downtown. All in all about a 3 hour walk. The walk is along the river, and you see little old men playing cards, and kids on bikes, and lame shit like that... I digress

I ended up at the Yongdam Market. I don't really think it's spelled like that, but in my world, that's ok. It's this enormous market with rows and rows and windy little paths and it shoots off in every which direction. I had found it last week with a friend, but didn't venture into the food area because the smell made me want to yack up my lunch. Today I was brave. Unfortunatley, I happened to have a curious puppy with me.

The stench of this place I almost cannot describe. Just realize that Korea is near the ocean, there is a LOT of fishy food here, and the fishy food gets left out in the open all day long and... you get the point? Visually it was awesome. Octopus in nets, squid laying out, fish all over the place, and the highlight of my day? Stingray. Rows upon rows of piled up stingrays, ready to be eaten for YOUR dinner. I asked the woman politely if I could take a picture, and she let me, so enjoy...

This was right about the time Asher discovered the watering hole. At least I thought that's what it was. Sometimes people in the fish places leave hoses running, and I thought that's what he was drinking from. I was SO wrong. What Asher WAS drinking out of must have been some left over fishtank water, mixed with dirt and mud. I just know that when he looked up at me with those innocently develish puppy eyes, that his paws were soaked with this black muddy tar material, and since his ears are so floppy and long, they had been dipped in it as well. And the smell.... I can't even explain to you.

I thought that if I walked a bit, the smell might go away, so I let him walk until his paws and dried off, scooped him up, and took his fishy muddy ass home. 5 minutes after arriving home my entire apartment also smelled like rotten fishy ass. I had to take the poor little guy into the bathroom, hose him down, and wash him THREE times. Head, paws, ears, all of it. I did NOT have a happy puppy. I felt a little bad to see him in his bed shivering and looking at me like I'm the scum of the Earth. On the plus side, he is now fish free, and is soft and fluffy and smells like yummy puppy.

Stupid fish water.