So Caity has this thing where every single stray dog she sees, she pets and loves on and tries to feed. She calls them her "Puppitos". This usually freaks the rest of us tourists out and occasionally one of us pops in the nearest pharmacy and hands her a bottle of hand sanitizer (haha Roddy). Well, I thought I would confess to Caity and the world that this morning on the beach I made a dog friend. I had been jogging and I was doing sit ups in the sand (I know, badass haha) and I was like "Oh great, here comes a dog". Mind you, there wasn´t a soul on the beach except for maybe 7 stray dogs walking around. I really don´t like when they come over to me, either. They play rough and they bump into me with their wet, flea bittenness...and what if they were to accidently bite me while they were playing on top of me? What if one bit me on purpose? Yeah, no thanks. Well, here comes Blackie and she just curls up and lays down beside me while I´m doing my work out. Occasionally I pet her on the head and when the rowdy dogs come close she stands up and barks at them. I´m pretty sure she says something in dog like "Come any closer to my human friend and I´ll cut you" because the other dogs just stare for a minute and then back away several steps. I appreciate this very much because I can continue in peace. She followed me all the way back to my hostel where I had to say goodbye, though I entertained brief thoughts of sticking her in the shower and smuggling her on the bus with me later. And yes, she had fleas, but confession people? We all do. Me and Caity have been covered in flea bites for a week now on our ankles, legs, stomach (yes even this morning on my collarbone) from God knows where...blankets on the bus, the sand, ubiquitous dogs...oh well. The point is, Caity, I found a dog and I gave her some love and I thought you´d be proud of me. And wash your hands.
