The chinese dog
Me: So, what’s the plan for the weekend?
Xin: There is this chinese festival. All chinese people go to it with their family. My goddess is going too.
Me: Then go with her Xin.
Xin: No man… her family will be there. They will start asking – Who is this guy? Is he part of family?
Me: Don’t worry, Xin. You should go with your own family. Don’t you have that dog at home? Take him along.
Xin: No man… it is a chinese festival. The dog should also be chinese then.
Me: Then you’ll have to get a dog from China.
Xin: Yes, yes. I should import a dog from China and take him with me.
Me: I think you’re going to have a lot of trouble trying to immigrate a chinese dog to the USA. You’ll have to prove to the visa officer that the dog doesn’t plan to stay back here.
Xin: That’s difficult man. The dog will come here, eat the dog food here, then don’t want to go back.
Me: So then, you’ll have to convince the officer that the dog only likes chinese dog food. Or maybe that he has a dog house – a kennel in China that he wants to go back to.
Xin: Oh man, why should I take so much effort to immigrate a dog from China to go to a festival? There is a better idea, I won’t go.