CHINGU


"Chingu" means "friend" in Korean. His full nameis "Chingudul handaeso padata." While I seriously doubt any Koreansare able to read romanized Hangul (the Korean alphabet -- unlike Chinese,Korean and Japanese do have phonetic alphabets), since there is no standardizedway of representing Korean sounds in English or American, I also doubt thateven Americans that speak Korean would be able to readily read it either.The English representation above is not that far off the Korean pronunciation.

Although I think the only way to display another language, least wise onthe English Internet is to create the page of information as a graphic gifdocument, then upload it to the Web, if I'm right, I am just a novice, stilllearning and it'll take me a while to learn how.

As I said, Chingu's full name in Korean, which via romanization is, "Chingudulhandaeso padata." This means, "I received Chingu (Friend) fromfriends." "Chingu' or "Friend" (singular), as in English,is grammatically understood.

When I was younger and learning several different languages, I always hatedit when people would just give me the translation and not the literal translation,so for those of you who are trying to figure out what each word means, literally," Friends from received." The "dul" makes "Chingu,"(friend) plural. (Hum! That brief exercise brought back fond memories ofteaching Korean and Chinese at the Defense Language Institute, West Coastin Monterey, California. I know it was terrible of me but I loved tryingto get guys to pronounce correctly in Korean the subject form of word for"person" which is pronounced identical to the English word "sodomy."Why are people so afraid of words?)

Chingu is one of two dogs a friend and I received from a litter of showdogs, while I was living in San Diego but up in Simi Valley watching thefilming of the movie "The Beast Masters." A few months later,my pup was stolen out of my yard in San Diego and when my friend heard aboutit, he insisted I take his pup, the brother of the pup stolen.

Chingu is extraordinarily friendly and sociable with children and animals,exceptionally lovable, extremely intelligent, fiercely loyal, affectionateand very protective. One day in Balboa Park in San Diego, he rubbed noseswith a squirrel checking out the cute little animal. The squirrel was moreafraid of me than of Chingu. Chingu raised two kittens and a from babiesand seemed to instinctively know how to even care for a kitten.

He has a very uncanny knack for telling time. When I work on the computer,I lose all track of time. While we still lived in San Diego and to someextend I still do, we would communicate nightly, mentally, as part of ourbonding ritual. I would tell Chingu what was happening the following day.I never told him the times because I didn't think it would mean anythingto him. I promised him if he were good, I would try to take him everywhereI went. As a result, without fail, whether Chingu could be outside or inthe bedroom laying on the bed, without fail he would come and get me a halfhour before an appointment.

Sometimes, I felt it would have been inhumane to have taken him to an appointment.He would have had to sit in the car for an hour or longer. I could handlethe logistics of providing him water in the back seat of the car but hewouldn't be able to get out and walk around or do a doggie thing. I tookhim to an appointment once and he had to defecate in the seat of the carright where he was sitting. Dogs don't like that any more than humans do.

During our bonding ritual, I told him what it would be like just sittingin the hot car. He understood and didn't mind but if I could ever take himand didn't, he would put up a barrier of indifference and give me the coldshoulder for a long time.

However, after an appointment, when I would come home and drive up the streetto the house, Chingu would come tearing down the street from a block awayto meet me with a big grin on his face and his tongue hanging out as ifto say, "Look! Chingu got out."

I named the house "Kyoto Place" partly in memory of the Japanesepeople
I bought the house from, partly because the front yard was like a Japaneserock garden and partly because that was where my spouse's ancestors werefrom. Kyoto Place had four walls on two sides of the house with a fenceon the outside of a hedge and wall opposite the house enclosing the houseperfectly on all four sides. After Menam dulchae bun, my first pup, wasstolen, I put in an eight foot chain link fence behind the property andon top of the already existing 2.5 foot hedge and wall. I couldn't figureout how Chingu was getting out of the yard.

About that time, a neighbor angrily told me, in harsh, no uncertain terms,to, "Keep your dog home and in your own yard or I'll call the dog catcher."Before, she had always been so nice and I was greatly astonished and shockedat her harsh tone. She claimed Chingu was able to get over a five foot chainlink fence and a six foot by 2.5 foot hedge, getting into her yard, thenteach her dogs how to get over the same hedge and fence getting out of theyard. There was a big canyon behind our houses and she said, once out ofher yard, "they run pell-mell following your dog down in the canyon"and she'd never see her dogs again for the better part of the day or evena full day. She was worried about ticks or even worse yet, rabid wild animals.

Granted, it was disconcerting to think of Chingu being bit by a tick orworse yet a rabid animal, but I probably didn't impress my neighbor as avery good or concerned parent! To begin with, I was flabbergasted, astonishedand totally amazed at how Chingu had first gotten over a 2 foot hedge, a2.5 foot wall, then an 8' chain link fence on top of the wall and out ofour yard, then how he got over the neighbor's five foot chain link fenceand six by three foot hedge to get into their yard, but still more amazinglyand totally astonishing was how he was able to "teach" anotherdog how to first scale a hedge -- which in and of itself would be no smallfeat for even a human -- then a fence to get out of their yard. Well, Iguess in getting out of the yard, once a dog is able to scale a six foothigh by three foot wide hedge, getting over a five foot chain linked fencewould be cat's play. What had me completely baffled besides the how was,WHY? Needless to say, I seriously began to question the mental stabilityof my neighbor. And they said I was head injured (brain injured)?

My neighbor, generally very nice, was so angry I had to find out how andwhy. Well, I guess the "why" was because Chingu learned he could,but the "how" was going to totally freak me out.

On day I had another appointment. The day proceeded as usual, Chingu camein the computer room a half hour before I was to be there. I checked thehouse and locked it up as I normally had done, got on the motorcycle andpulled out. But instead of continuing to drive down the street, I pulledinto a neighbors driveway and ran back home. I couldn't find Chingu anywhereso I was worried. I was standing in the living room by the siding glassdoor looking out over the canyon in the rear and east. In the far left,north corner of the property was some type of a rubber tree succulent plantwhich seemed to thrive and literally grow wild like a weed in that spot.Then I noticed, like a human with hands, Chingu taking his paws and putthem through the links of the chained linked fence and was pulling himselfup the fence bracing his back against the succulent tree behind him. Onceon top, he could simply jump down.

I didn't have the time nor inclination to wait and see how he was able toget over the neighbors fence and hedge. I was late! I was so impressed withhis ingenuity and creativity, it really hurt to have to go out and helphim down. When he heard the door open and me calling out his name, he hadthe pitiful look of a child just caught doing something he knew he shouldn't.I never knew that a dog's face could convey so much expression He's neverforgiven me for tricking him nor has he been the same since.

My Korea friend says it look weird to see a very obvious occidental speakingnothing but Korean to his dogs. I've never taken Chingu to obedience school.Except in extreme cases, I don't believe in obedience training. To me thatis like saying, this is how I want you to behave and what I want you todo what I say "____." Don't do something else, don't talk backand above all, don't give me any shit. Just jump when I say jump! A dogis already so loyal, that once it grows out of its destructive phase, ittries to always please its parent. I want to know to know that the dog isdoing something because it wants to, because it respects and trust me andbecause I asked it to, not because it fears me or because I programmed it.

I used to speak nothing but English to Chingu. Then when Chingu was abouttwo years old, I thought it might be helpful and keep him from getting confusedshould someone else try giving him a conflicting command, if we had certaincommands in Korean that no one else knew or understood, least wise a burglarbreaking into our house. To my astonishment, Chingu responded correctly,almost instantly to any command in Korean. Since then, I usually speak andcommunicate, mentally, with Chingu in Korean.

One comment before I end this diatribe, this poor excuse for a memento ofmy love and appreciation to my friend, "Dog" spelt backwards is"God." Is it any wonder that dogs are so unconditionally acceptingand loving. Dogs are truly a gift from God and piece of God for our edification.I could go on and on about Chingu but my feelings for him are very obvious.I'll leave you with this memento in his memory and with his picture below.

A word about the picture. Viewing it as a document through a monitor, itlooks like an almost totally black picture. All you can see are outlinesof his ears and face and tongue. However, printed, while still not comparableto a picture, it is a thousand percent better. You can even see some ofhis very proud and almost conceited personality in his face.

I'll try to upload a full picture of him later.





Chingu means friend in Korean
Truly, man's best friend
[I tried not very successfully to put a picture of Chingu inhere.]

Chingu means friend in Korean
Truly, man's best friend


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