Despite all of my finer sensibilities, I sometimes find myself described as cochino. This is a word that translates roughly as nasty, filthy, one that consorts with dogs or is pig like. It is the term mother’s use to shame children their when they pick their noses.
Now it is true, I do consort with dogs if consort means sleep with, kiss, lie down with, that doesn’t sound so good, but who in the culture I am from, the United States that is, would consider this outside the realm of acceptable behavior? But in La Tigra, dogs are considered filthy animals, which are not allowed in the house, let alone your bed.
I am the only one in my ranchito (little town) that takes the pains to wash their dishes in hot water occasionally. Does this count for nothing? Nonetheless, I also am the only person I know of that has had chinos and sarna; translate poultry mites and mange. It’s sort of hard to write, Dead Silence, but I imagining that is the reaction of readers right now, and then something like, MANGE?! Are you freaking kidding me! Continue reading →
My Dog Elvis is five years old today. It’s not easy to keep a dog alive in the rural Mexico for five years. To date, Elvis has been poisoned twice, he’s had wounds to the bone, had a virus that required a round of injections that would fell an elephant, and was implicated in the untimely death of a cow, which is a akin to a death sentence. Much of this mayhem occurred during the time he was uncut. It took us a year and a half to find a vet that would castrate him. It simply is not done in our area, castrating a male, unless it’s a pig and that is only because you can’t eat the meat otherwise.
My love for Elvis is irrational, a divine passion. I’m just thankful that Felipe is crazy about him too, it offsets the jealousy. I don’t know what it is that inspires our devotion to dogs, perhaps it is our co-evolutionary path, or maybe it is simply their innate wonderfullness.
Happy birthday Boydog, be good, stay safe, I miss you already.
Why is this article related? Because I would not name my beloved after anyone less fabulous than Elvis Costello.