Good Morning everyone. Baby Girl was my first dog, and quite by accident. in In July of 95’ I was sitting in my van outside the auditorium waiting for a girlfriend where the AA meeting was held on the Reservation of Taos Pueblo. across the street were a group of trailers and run down houses. I watched a group of wild dogs run around the area. (this is a big problem in NM and probably still is)A school bus rolled up and came to a stop, a group of 5 kids ages 7-12 got off and began picking something off the ground. My eye was caught by the a scrawny orange puppy about 5 months old, it looked like it had not eaten in a month. The kids started shouting at it and to my shock began throwing.. Rocks! Holy crap! I rolled down my window, I clearly heard their voices.“Why isn’t that one dead yet?”“Get Her!”“We’ll kill it this time!”I’m the calmest most rational person in the world, It felt like a dream I could not control. Even though I am still in the USA, I am in the presence and ancestral homeland of an indigenous culture. I must respect their values even if they clash with mine.I was halfway across the road as my rationale was out argued by my adrenals and hindbrain.I was yelling something…I scooped the pup up into my arms and she struggled for a second and quickly stopped.The kids had all run off and I was hightailing it back to my VW bus.Getting shot at or worse had just crossed my mind as I opened the passenger side door and put the pup down.I climbed in and slid into the drivers seat, I started the motor and took off for the other side of the building.The dog became carsick straight away, and we were best buddies from that moment on.She had 13 wonderful years of freedom and love with me and many travels and adventures.And i felt just as awful as when Chester died, I held Baby Girl’s paw and said goodbye as she slipped away in the sterile office at the Vet, I had her cremated and she is with me in the office.I didn’t get to say goodbye to Chester, and he will stay behind when we move out one day in the future.I feel guilty about that.
Good Morning everyone. Baby Girl was my first dog, and quite by accident. in In July of 95’ I was sitting in my van outside the auditorium waiting for a girlfriend where the AA meeting was held on the Reservation of Taos Pueblo. across the street were a group of trailers and run down houses. I watched a group of wild dogs run around the area. (this is a big problem in NM and probably still is)A school bus rolled up and came to a stop, a group of 5 kids ages 7-12 got off and began picking something off the ground. My eye was caught by the a scrawny orange puppy about 5 months old, it looked like it had not eaten in a month. The kids started shouting at it and to my shock began throwing.. Rocks! Holy crap! I rolled down my window, I clearly heard their voices.“Why isn’t that one dead yet?”“Get Her!”“We’ll kill it this time!”I’m the calmest most rational person in the world, It felt like a dream I could not control. Even though I am still in the USA, I am in the presence and ancestral homeland of an indigenous culture. I must respect their values even if they clash with mine.I was halfway across the road as my rationale was out argued by my adrenals and hindbrain.I was yelling something…I scooped the pup up into my arms and she struggled for a second and quickly stopped.The kids had all run off and I was hightailing it back to my VW bus.Getting shot at or worse had just crossed my mind as I opened the passenger side door and put the pup down.I climbed in and slid into the drivers seat, I started the motor and took off for the other side of the building.The dog became carsick straight away, and we were best buddies from that moment on.She had 13 wonderful years of freedom and love with me and many travels and adventures.And i felt just as awful as when Chester died, I held Baby Girl’s paw and said goodbye as she slipped away in the sterile office at the Vet, I had her cremated and she is with me in the office.I didn’t get to say goodbye to Chester, and he will stay behind when we move out one day in the future.I feel guilty about that.