Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Good,The Bad, The Dog

I will point out here that the story has a happy ending, after a fashion at least, and as badly as Rusty was affected he is back on an even keel twenty four hours later. Me? I have irrational feelings of sadness and even as I know Rusty has to come first I wish the outcome could have been different. Yesterday started as one more day on the road, from our truck stop outside Guaymas we drove into town and cracked a few nuts that had been puzzling us since before our arrival in Mexico.

We started out by visiting the Telcel office where we learned how to buy data on our SIM card that we put in our Verizon jetpak. We can only buy $25 at a time and we are learning how to surf the web judiciously. Our Verizon phones give us half a gigabyte every 24 hours so we have various ways to get online and not waste surf time. Airplane mode is our friend. 

Next up was Walmart where we found a mobile car cleaning service in the parking lot. $4 for normal sized cars we paid $10 to clean our elephant. We got our money’s worth and helped a cheerful pair of entrepreneurs. 

We needed water and Google maps on our half gigabyte located the water purification place and we traced the route with our phone offline. That’s how you make it work! Speaking Spanish helped as we explained we had no empties to exchange but we could simply pour the five gallons into our tank directly and give them back the empty jug. 15 gallons later we had spent $2:25 on potable water. Filling our tanks with clean water makes it less likely we will catch anything even though we still run our drinking water through our Berkey filter.
One last puzzle was finding distilled water for my CPAP. The breathing machine has a place of honor in the cupboard above my pillow with its own 110 volt plug. I sleep so well with it I am almost grateful to my motorcycle accident when the doctors took time from rebuilding me and told me to get a sleep test after I left the hospital as soon as I could walk again. I sleep better than ever nowadays but it needs distilled water to keep it running smoothly. 

It turns out pharmacists keep distilled water and you have to ask for it by name directly from the pharmacist and it is expensive at $4 for half a gallon! So now we had all the pieces of our shopping puzzles solved and we could head out to explore some wild camping on the beach near the suburb of San Carlos.  Walmart supplied our perishables so we had fruit vegetables milk and soy milk and all the fussy stuff middle class Americans expect; there are a lot of snowbirds in the Guaymas (pro: “Why-mass”) and San Carlos area. We are after all less than eight hours from Tucson.These sorts of discoveries are all part of the good of traveling, learning to cope  .
We stopped by the side of the road to sort some objects shaken loose by the ghastly rough road out of Guaymas. Oh I thought there’s a nice guy feeding a street dog as we pulled off the road further ahead. Not a bit of it. I watched in my wing mirror as Layne reassembled the contents of a drawer and the dog feeder leapt into his car and drove off. The little black dog ran pell mell after him nearly getting run down in the process. I opened my door and called and to my astonishment the little black bundle leaped in. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dumped him on my feet before swiftly closing the door. He was safe.
I have no doubt you can imagine our feelings. Rusty was not happy one bit. He turned his back on the intruder and growled if he got too close. The little dog was sweet as can be and totally overjoyed with a wagging tail. What to do? We don’t want two dogs in our small space but if Rusty finds a dog he wants to bring along we would certainly do it for him but this guy got on his nerves. He was very patient but he was obviously massively stressed. We made our way to our planned campground with no clue what to do. One thing was certain: he wasn’t going back on the street.
We found our camp spot in the bushes near the beach and after giving the dogs a treat and a drink we went for a walk. We met an American couple walking their dog and we asked if there was a local rescue. To our Ana EMD by they said ask at the Marina office. Theresa woman who takes strays. Huh? Can it be? 

Well to make a long story short Marty Parra a vet in nearby Empalme has a shelter and she sent us her address by WhatsApp (!) and we drove forty minutes to her shelter. It isn’t like an American dog jail but the little tykes run loose in different compounds and it reminded me more of daycare. We handed him over with lumps in our throats. Rusty sat grumpily outside the van refusing to look at us. Marty smiled at his attitude. “Enojado!” ( annoyed) she laughed. The little black dog got into a group and ran off barking happily and playing and forgot us in an instant. We are left holding hands feeling ill. 

“If he had come back to us I’d have taken him,” Layne said through her tears. But he is safe and cared for and of course we made our donation  to help her out. We stopped for lunch as we were famished and didn’t and tired out. 
Seven and a half dollars of fried fish helped regain our equilibrium and when I went back to Rusty in the van he mewed at me as he never does he was so glad to see me. He spent the afternoon snoring the emotion away. As did we once we got back to our campsite. It was one hell of a day.

We are going to stay here a few days as nights are cool but days are warm. 

It’s too far from any homes for there to be any local dogs barking or claiming their turf and Rusty loves running through the bushes. 

He’s back to normal but I have my own thoughts and regrets and sadness. Not just for him but all the other dogs not living good lives. 

I dislike that fatuous saying “Everything happens for a reason” because the further you get from home the less human nature deserves an explanation some days. 

Some of us are born lucky, some get lucky and others just get shit on all their lives. For a reason? I doubt it.