A Quick Update

In 2010, we moved back to the small town in Colorado that I never stopped missing while we lived in Mexico. Now I sometimes miss Mexico, but I wouldn't travel as freely as we did when we were there, camping out in remote areas and so forth.

Mexico today is in a period of change, and in many ways it is more dangerous now. That said, I have plenty of American friends who still live there very happily, just taking a few more precautions than they did in the past.

Just to say!


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Dec. 19, 2006 — The other day, I stepped out my front gate and noticed a boy about 8 years old going by on a little bike. He was the only kid on the street and I looked a little sharply at him, as kids had been ringing our bell from the street off and on during the last hour.

I locked my gate and started walking down the road. Some distance away, the child had gotten off his bike and was standing in the dry weeds on the side of the road, next to something. He looked at loose ends.

As I got closer, I saw that it was a large dog he was next to. The smell told me the dog had been dead a while, as did the bloated form. “Es un perro… muerto,” I said. (It’s a dog, dead.)

The boy glanced at me and said “mio.” (Mine.)

He was somber but dry eyed. “Que lastima,” I said. (What a pity.)

I asked if it had been hit by a car and he answered something I couldn’t completely follow, but it seemed he was saying yes and adding details. Children’s Spanish can be difficult to understand.

At a loss for words, I just said again “Que lastima” and continued on my way.

Que lastima. I was close to tears as I walked on.


A week later I walked that way again, for the first time since meeting the boy. As I passed where the dog had been lying, I scanned the bushes and was glad to note that he had been removed.

As I turned my head back to the street,  I saw a boy of about 7 walking toward me, with a young puppy on a sturdy leash. My eyes met this boy’s and joy passed between us.

I stopped, and so did the boy. Immediately the puppy was chewing on me with his sharp new teeth. I asked how old the puppy was, the boy said he didn’t know, and we continued on our ways. I was smiling for at least another block.

And so the circle turns.

  • Working Gringa said…

    Que lastima indeed… the plight of dogs in Mexico is so sad. We have rescued two perros de la calle and they are the most wonderful dogs. I highly recommend it to everyone! At least then, when I am confronted with a sad dog situation here, I can take some comfort in knowing that at least two dogs are having a good life.

  • And I said…

    Good for you! I am open to doing that at some time in the future. I do support the local rescue groups here, all foreign-run as foreigners have the emotional motivation for it and relatively few Mexicans do. One of our 2 cats is a Mexican rescue.


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