December 17, 2008

So I have a dog… Sort of… Actually, not really… I have no idea.

Ok. So what happened is that I was walking through my site on Monday to invite children to a course of ‘Libros y Arte’ at the library on Tuesday. A few girls happened to run up to me and told me that they found this tiny stray dog and asked me if I wanted to see it. I agreed and they showed me this ratty little dog that fit in the palm of my hand. They told me that their parents wouldn’t let them keep it and asked me if I would. Now I love dogs and have been contemplating getting one. I had a temporary moment of weakness and agreed. As I walked home with this tiny dog in my hand I realized what a big responsibility it was and that I couldn’t possibly handle a dog right now. However, I also knew that I couldn’t abandon the dog. So after a long night caring for the puppy and much chastising from the bf, I decided that the dog could live in my garden and I would care for it as long as it stayed. If it left… so be it.

Unfortunately, the entire neighborhood decided that the dog was definitely mine. Every time the dog ventures out of my yard, practically the entire neighborhood comes running to tell me. I keep telling them that if the dog leaves, fine. I’m not going to chase it down every 5 seconds. They don’t listen! I don’t get it. There are a bazillion stray dogs here, and the dogs that do have homes never actually live there. One old dog constantly sleeps in my yard. No one cares. But every time this dog leaves the vicinity of my yard it is a neighborhood catastrophe. I almost shouted at my neighbor to leave the dog alone.

This is what I get for trying to help a stray pup.