The street dogs of Ipoh, Malaysia, in contrast to the owned pets, are the coolest and hippest of animals. They stroll around, never hurried, in their own good time. If a vehicle approaches, they will move, but no more than is necessary, and when they are ready. They own the street. Encounter between motorist and street dog. Dog: I'm jest trukin on down the road. [Stops in middle of road and proceeds to scratch every body part known to man or dog, plus some others] [motorist sounds car horn] Dog: Hey did I hear a horn playing? Cool! Motorist: That was my motor horn. Dog: Yo! man. You play professional? Motorist: It was to tell you I am here in my car on the road right behind you. Dog: Yea man. Like everyone's got to be somewhere. Motorist: Could you please get out of my way? I have an important meeting to get to. Dog: Yea Dude. An' I got some important scratchin to do. Motorist: For f*** sake just move your doggie arse you son of a bitch! Dog: Woa! Leave my old lady out of this; an' my canine ass is just fine where it is. You better cool it baby or you gonna get yourself myocardial infarction. [Moves one leg sufficient to allow car through] Alright now hit the pedal. Peace! Man Motorist: I could have saved ten minutes if you hadn't been blocking the road. Dog: And just what would you have done with that ten minutes? [to self] Am I a philosopher or what! Jean Paul Sartre, eat your heart out.