Why do SOME people in Thailand treat their roosters like pets?

 

I know one guy who takes his rooster almost everywhere he goes.

 

Is this just a cultural thing?

 

And, IF some Thai people treat their roosters like pets…

 

Then why don’t you see them walking their roosters along the road?

 

You might think that barking dogs are bad.

 

And, in Thailand, I have rarely seen a dog on a leash.

 

Is this not just one more example of inexplicable human behavior?

 

Because, obviously, roosters in Thailand don’t seem to be having much fun.

 

Shouldn’t the barnyard be the place for people who own pet roosters?

 

Any thoughts?

 

 

Yes, the fruit guy that sets up in front of the 7/11 has one sometimes with him on the job.

I asked his name, being a smartass, the guy just shrugged. In my head I named him Cluck Norris.

He said he's a fighting cock, I said yes, so am I.

 

 

It's time someone reeled in your leash, GG!

 

 

Fighting roosters are valuable livestock. Hence why they are kept in a cage or on a leash. They're taken everywhere by their owners to prevent theft. Pure and simple.

 

1 hour ago, 2baht said:

It's time someone reeled in your leash, GG!

 

 

It's been tried...

 

And, in all cases, with good reason.

 

 

Roosters are also carried around in bags.

 

https://www.ebay.com/itm/134458945198

Stray dogs everywhere could eat them alive at anytime.

Not just for cockfighting.  They have competitions to see which one crows the best.

 

Borat had a chicken in his suitcase

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was young I used to tie a string around my goose Cobber's neck and take him for walks. He grew big.

 

We were 'simpatico' and all was fine until it made a running, flapping honking attack on Dad.

 

Cobber disappeared. Dad told me (under duress) that Cobber had flown away. I thought this was a bit odd as I had seen Dad clip its wings.

 

It wasn't until a few years later that Dad admitted we'd eaten Cobber for Christmas dinner.

 

65 years on I'm still having counselling.

8 minutes ago, siftasam said:

When I was young I used to tie a string around my goose Cobber's neck and take him for walks. He grew big.

 

We were 'simpatico' and all was fine until it made a running, flapping honking attack on Dad.

 

Cobber disappeared. Dad told me (under duress) that Cobber had flown away. I thought this was a bit odd as I had seen Dad clip its wings.

 

It wasn't until a few years later that Dad admitted we'd eaten Cobber for Christmas dinner.

 

65 years on I'm still having counselling.

???? ok