Puerto Rican Pooches!
As I vacationed/visited family in Puerto Rico this holiday season, I had the opportunity to meet lots of doggies. Thereâ€™s a couple in particular that Iâ€™d like to introduce The Ave to:
First, thereâ€™s the family pooch, with aliases Perri (roll the râ€™s please) and Puff. Iâ€™m not sure what mix he was, but thereâ€™s definitely some Chihuahua in those bloodlines. Heâ€™s what we called, â€œperro adoptado a la fuerza,â€ or â€œforcefully adopted dog.â€
Perri was a street dog who apparently came to my grandparentsâ€™ house with a busted leg, got fed, and decided to stay. I really enjoyed meeting him. He was always sooo happy. His tail only ceased to wag when he was sleeping. If one went to pet him, heâ€™d stand up on his hind legs and brace himself on you to make petting more convenient. He was protective of his family â€“ barked in warning whenever someone was at the top of the hill, and he never begged for food. He just sat there silently, biding his time, knowing heâ€™d have his soon. I couldnâ€™t believe how well behaved this lil dude was considering heâ€™d just wandered on in and made himself a home. This little guy was truly a pleasure to know.
Then, I met a puppy, named Puppy. OH MY GOSH. I so wanted to kidnap him. I met him on a visit to one of my dadâ€™s uncleâ€™s house. I didnâ€™t spend too much bonding with family there, however. I fell in love with this furry little guy instead. Iâ€™m not sure Iâ€™ve said â€œawwâ€ so much in such a short period of time before.
Although I had a great time with family, person and pooch alike, I have to point out that not everything was so heavenly. I noticed a few differences this time around in Puerto Rico (at least in the town I stayed in) that I guess I never really noticed before I had a furry child of my own.
â€¢ Dogs arenâ€™t really allowed inside the house there. Aside from my cousinâ€™s Yorkie Sweetie, none of the dogs I met were house pups.
â€¢ They seem to be more of what some people (not me!) refer to as â€œrealâ€ dogs. In conjunction with kibble, they eat peopleâ€™s leftovers and maul down bones like theyâ€™re nothing.
â€¢ I did not see one single neutered dog there. Not one.
â€¢ Because of the aforementioned difference, there are stray dogs everywhere. On a brighter note, most of them actually seem super happy and often travel in pairs or packs.
â€¢ People tend to nurse their injured/sick dogs themselves more often than taking them to the vet. Iâ€™m not sure if thatâ€™s because of financial issues or if thatâ€™s just the traditional way of doing things there.
Although I had a wonderful time meeting a million furry friends and reconnecting with family, I was definitely happy to go home and see my spoiled little Roxiford Jones again.
And just for kicks, here are the other pooches I met while on vacation: