On Jeju, there is a large open air market that rotates from town to town and stops in Seogwipo every five days. It is called…. can you guess? “The Five Day Market”. At the five day, you can find just about anything from fruits and veggies, blankets, to hamsters and pet turtles.
On our first trip to the five day market, Matt and I were slightly overwhelmed. With such an assortment of stuff it is difficult to remember exactly what we had wanted to buy in the first place. After wondering around for a bit we ran in to a few friends and were told that at the five day market there were also venders with puppies. Having a soft spot for cute fuzzy animals I HAD to go see the puppies, little did I know just what we would find.
In a area outside the main market, near the parking lot and plant vendors, is the “puppy area”. Here you will find 3-5 venders with cages and cages of little puppies. That first day we went to the market there had to be at least 50 puppies crammed together in small areas, panting, crying, and breaking my heart. I pleaded with Matt, and even though they seemed to make him sad too, he pried me away from the puppies, and we headed home with only fruit in hand.
Ever since that first day at the market, I had been itching to go back and rescue a puppy. We had been warned that most of the dogs there were not well taken care of (which was obvious by their living conditions), and most were very very sick. But I didn’t care, in my mind, even if the puppy I got was going to die, at least it would have some time in a loving home, away from old ladies who threw it around like a toy.
The next time we went to the five day market was a Sunday. We had taken one of our new co-workers, Katrina, because swimming at the beaches was prohibited due to an incoming typhoon. Matt tried to distract me with food and random junk, but I desperately wanted to see the puppies again. Eventually we headed toward the “puppy area”. On this day there were far less puppies, so it was a little less depressing. But never the less, most of the puppies looked hot, tired, and sad sitting there in the pens together. I walked to the last cage and there was a tiny brown puppy (although bigger then all the others) who was lively and playful. The minute I started petting him his tale started to wag… I was in love. I pleaded and pleaded with Matt, and finally won him over by saying “we can name him Sundance” (after the Sundance Kid, not the festival). So about 15 minutes, and 15,000 Won (less then $15) later, we were walking away with a tiny brown puppy in a cardboard box.

The Sundance Kid
Our first afternoon home was a whirl wind. We tried to take him out for a walk, but the noise and crazyness of our neighborhood was way too much for our new addition. So, our first “outside” outings were up on our roof. Sundance quickly gained our trust, and was playful and fun from the minute we put him down in our apartment. He pranced around and chewed on just about everything.
The next day we took him to the vet for a check up. The vet pronounced him healthy, said he would be a medium sized dog, and said he was about two months old. We walked home happy and proud, little did we know what was to come…