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Sir Cocoa Beans

Out of the blue one day, my son calls out to me that there was a puppy in the truck. My husband hadn’t mentioned anything when he pulled the truck into the garage, so I was skeptical, but sure enough, there was a little puppy. He was from Azul the vet’s female dog’s litter and apparently in the same line that Puppy was. They have the same eyes, that’s for sure, although he didn’t get the expressive eyebrow markings that the Puppers have. 

We rescued him from the front seat of the truck and gave him some water and food. My son christened him Cocoa Beans on the spot. 

Fuzz wasn’t sure what to make of the new puppy. Initially, he took the high road and completely ignored his presence. However, towards evening, he went on an all-out attack, determined to kill the little vermin.

When that failed, he led Cocoa on a merry chase under chairs (where Cocoa got stuck) over obstacles (that Cocoa couldn’t get his stubby legs over) and outside (where Cocoa could not open the door to return).  After all that running around, Cocoa collapsed for the night in his box with some old clothes thrown in for blankets. 

The next day, nervy little puppy piddled here and there and everywhere. I put both Fuzz and Cocoa outside while I mopped and what a racket they made. Both of them spent 30 minutes crying at the door. Fuzz, who under normal conditions can let himself back in, was prevented by Cocoa who was blocking the door. 

Finally, I relented and let them in. Both were promptly horrified when their paws got wet. Fuzz retreated to a chair and I tucked Cocoa in his blanket, and they both took a nap.

Fuzz continues his torment of Cocoa. He pretends he isn’t interested, but we know better. He lays on the floor and deliberately plays with one of Cocoa’s toys to get him riled up. Or he gets up on a chair and dangles his tail like a fishing line, hoping to catch a puppy. 

I bought both of the little guys collars with bells and bow ties. Cocoa adores his collar, prancing about just to hear it jingle. Fuzz, on the other hand, was horrified. He kept trying to sneak around without making noise. It literally took him 20 minutes to “sneak” up the stairs. He was so miserable that I took it off. He’s back to sneaking up on Cocoa and pouncing. 

Cocoa has taken over Fuzz’s bed–not that Fuzz ever slept in it. Cocoa loves it. He contentedly curls up next to our bed so he won’t miss the moment I get up to use the bathroom in the night. He assumes that every time I get up, it’s time to eat. 

Since he had been eating not only his food but anything Fuzz left for later and it was making him sick, I’ve had to portion out his meals. I’ve also moved Fuzz’s food up on a chair and placed a barrier around it so Cocoa can’t knock it off and eat it all. However, this morning I realized that Fuzz has been getting up on the table and knocking the half-packet of saved food off for Cocoa. 

Because I don’t want to be stepping in poo or pee when I get up in the night, I’ve been trying to housebreak Cocoa. I tried putting a seed sack down. Fuzz and Cocoa used it as a Wrestlemania mat. Then, I got some artificial grass in the hope to encourage him to use the bathroom in a set area, but it’s only worked marginally so far.

Cocoa also came with fleas. Lots of fleas. Since Fuzz and Cocoa are Lucha libre fighters, Fuzz got fleas too. That meant a bath for the both of them. What a horrendous activity–crying, screeching, soaking wet, and then there were the unhappy animals! No one enjoyed the experience. When they were bundled up like burritos in towels, they finally calmed down. 

The flea collars I bought haven’t completely eradicated the fleas–so I expect another bath is in order. In fact, the first time we put the collar on Fuzz he started foaming at the mouth. We think he may have licked it. A second attempt was more successful, thankfully. 

With the two little guys upstairs, we’ve certainly have our hands full. But since we aren’t doing anything interesting otherwise, might as well raise two more young’uns in La Yacata. 

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Gimping Around

We have two males gimping around the place this week, my husband and Puppy. So here’s what happened.

Puppy barks at everyone as they go by the house, even if they are on the other road. That’s what he does. He’s gotten better about chasing motorcycles since he was run over, but if a motorcyclist kicks out at him or throws rocks, he goes ballistic.

We let the puppies out in the morning for a romp and walk around the block with me. About noon, the shade is gone and it isn’t fun to be out anymore, so we let them in the back. They enjoy the time outdoors but the barking is non-stop unless they find something dead to roll around in. That’s always a treat.

This particular morning, some jerk on a motorcycle decided to go down our road. Our road is the center road and he actually had to go out of his way to come down our road. In fact, the opposite road that is a straight shot to the main road is in much better condition. So it was with evil intent that this guy went down our road.

Anyway, this guy goes down the road, slows down in front of the house and kicks out at Puppy, sure to get a reaction. He then drives further and turns and starts chucking rocks. Rocks that he had already collected and had ready to throw, mind you. Puppy naturally gives chase and the guy runs over his foot, probably with the idea of squashing Puppy.

Now Puppy’s poor little foot is injured. He’ll be fine, but he is sure milking his injury for everything its worth. Maybe he’ll learn not to chase jerks on motorcycles, but probably not. My son had a stern talk with Puppy about chasing motorcycles and he just moaned and sighed with big sad puppy eyes. Then we accidentally got the wrong dog food, the ones with the green pieces, and his day was totally ruined.

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Now for my husband. He is currently working on a remodeling job. The owners are going to put a new floor in. Before that can be done, the old floor needs to have a myriad of holes hammered into it so that the new floor can be installed. My husband figured he’d speed up the process by using a drill with a disc on it.

For two days, this was working well. Then that morning, the disc broke off, flew up and sliced his knee. When he looked down, he could see all the way to the bone, so he decided he needed some medical attention.

He came all the way home for me because it’s mid-week and he didn’t have any money. We went to one of the consultation offices next to Farmacias Similares. We could have gone to CAISES and been covered by Seguro Popular, but you know how long that takes, and the blood from the gash was flowing.

We waiting about 10 minutes until the doctor could attend him. The first thing he said was that to stitch up the wound, the cost was $250. Ok, fine. A little steep, but not impossibly so.

The doctor went next door to the pharmacy for his supplies. As he was cleaning the wound, cutting the pant leg off and then stitching and wrapping the injury, he regaled us with all sorts of medical stories.

First, there was this guy who had gotten hit with a baseball. The area swelled. Someone told the guy to put warm water on it (which goes against everything I ever learned in first aid classes, but what do I know?). Anyway, the guy figured the warmer the better. So he boiled a pot of water and then poured it over the swollen area giving himself third-degree burns in the process. That’s when he decided it would be best to go see a doctor.

Then there was the accident that happened just a few weeks ago during Semana Santa. We have a shrine in a little town called Soledad to the Virgin de Soledad that people make pilgrimages to during Holy Week. So a mother and her three children, ages 3, 6 and 10, were returning home after visiting La Virgin. It was just starting to get dark.

A driver who had been in Huandacareo all day, lounging by the pool and drinking, was also returning home. He didn’t see the family. The mother managed to get her children out of the way but was hit by the car and killed. Our doctor at the clinic was the attending physician.

Then there was the little boy who had to have his fingers amputated. He was playing at Los Areas Verdes, a park with a small zoo. Apparently, there was a slide where one of the metal plates was bent up, fairly common on playgrounds here. The little guy was unattended because his parents were arguing. He was zipping down the slide too fast and tried to stop himself but sliced his hand. There was no way to save two of his fingers.

My husband has a huge fear of needles, so these stories distracted him while the anesthesia was administered and the wound sewn up. He needed 5 stitches. The doctor then wrote out a prescription for an antibiotic, antibiotic topical cream and some ibuprofen. Altogether, the medicines were nearly $200 pesos.

For comparative purposes, my husband makes $250 pesos per day. This minor injury cost us (or rather me since I paid from the grocery money) $450 pesos. He didn’t feel well enough to return to work that day and took the next day off as well. The stitches are right at the bend of his knee and the job he was doing meant he was all day on his knees. So he rested up.

He returned to work on the third day. He says he’s been “taking it easy” but his leg is red and swollen when he gets home every night. He needs to go back en 8 días (next week) to have the stitches removed. That will be another expense. He’ll be fine, but he is sure milking his injury for everything its worth. Maybe he’ll learn to take more safety precautions at work, but probably not. I had a stern talk with him about that while he just moaned and sighed with big sad eyes.

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Lil’ Pup no more

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Lil’ Pup made himself quite at home since he found us. Although his size, or rather the length of his legs, kept him from joining Puppy and me on our morning walks for a few weeks, he took up his role as companion puppy as soon as he was able. From then on, he and Puppy waited at the door for me to go on my rounds. Lil’ Pup took flank position and Puppy did reconnaissance, or what he imagined was reconnaissance while chasing butterflies, rabbits, and birds.

Everything Puppy did, Lil’ Pup copied, down to ear twitching. Although Puppy seemed to get exasperated with his new little buddy at times, he was mostly good-natured about his little yellow shadow.

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Since my husband and father-in-law started work on my sister-in-law’s house across the street, they allowed Lil’ Pup, Puppy and my father-in-law’s 3 dogs (a mama dog and her two pups) to hang out at the construction site. It’s just across the street, so you’d think that they’d be safe enough. Unfortunately, the neighbors up the road started up on their own construction project again about the same time. Puppy really, really doesn’t like them. Seriously. He goes completely ballistic when they drive past on their motorcycle. And with good reason. They make it their aim to hit Puppy with a big stick when he barks at them. Instead of discouraging Puppy from barking and chasing them, it infuriates him. In fact, they even slow down in front of our house looking for Puppy to come out and bark at them so they can hit him some more.

Puppy’s chasing and barking days finally caught up with him when they ran him over with their motorcycle. Puppy is much subdued and his injuries are healing.

Then, the neighbor who has backed up the sewage line with pig poop made another appearance. He’d been MIA for about a year and we’d gotten comfortable with him not being there. In fact, Kitty has taken to spending the afternoons in the shaded pig area.

We think it was he who poisoned our Lil’ Pup and my father-in-law’s puppy perhaps in an effort to get rid of Kitty. She’s fine, but both puppies died the same day. And boy, do we miss them. My father-in-law even declared that we were officially “en luto” (in mourning).

Puppy still walks with me in the mornings, despite his injuries. However, two black as night male dogs have taken up with the 3 yappy dogs at the corner, so our walk is sometimes fraught with danger. The Alpha black dog doesn’t want Puppy to walk down HIS street. Puppy has never been an alpha dog, he’s barely a beta dog and isn’t looking to fight, but to defend me he would. So we’ve tried skirting around the dogs even if that means trudging through the mud. Sometimes that works and we pass unmolested. Other times, Alpha dog becomes more aggressive. Fortunately, he considers me more Alpha than Puppy, so some stern shouting (sometimes in Spanish, other times in English) usually keep him from following us for long.

So what’s to be done about these infringements to our lives, liberties, and happiness by the neighbors in La Yacata? Nothing.

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