The children love animals, particularly dogs, and there is an abundance of dogs in Mexico. So much so that strays are a constant problem, nationally. We had our own experience with beach dogs last year on the Baja, and though we haven’t picked up any stray dogs here on mainland Mexico we have ample opportunity for the kids to get a dog-fix. Here at Perico Hotel there are some resident dogs, and occasional somebody else comes with another dog or two, like our friends from RambleCrunch.com with their Archie (and they also had Sophie a rescue dog whose found a new permanent home in Texas I think). And now I’m taking them to a dog rescue 3 times a week so they can exercise and love on the currently homeless dogs.
I contacted a few dog rescue places I found on the internet to offer some helping hands and volunteering legs to walk the dogs, and Gudrun with the Lakeside Spay & Neuter Ranch & Adoptions (formerly the Lakeside Spay & Neuter Center) took me up on the offer. And its been a delight to get to know Gudrun and help her and her crew of volunteers out at the Ranch.
The first time we went out there, Gudrun gave us a rundown of the operation, introduced us to the Mexican workers Miguel and Martin, and to the 75 dogs that are currently housed here. The barking was incessant; not a place to come with a headache. They were all so excited to have new people and were hopeful that we would choose them to walk them through the forest so they could pee on a new rock and frolic in the dry leaves.
Maret says, “It’s a heck of a lot of fun!” and she’s always the first one raring to go back, the consistent dog walker who usually picks those with tons of energy and she runs and runs, huffing and puffing with a huge grin on her face because its ecstasy for her! She’s in her element.
So Anders starts asking if I would rather a dog kiss, or a kiss from a stranger. I have to ponder that. A stranger who hasn’t just had his/her face in another persons hinder parts, or a dog who most certainly has? I just might choose that stranger, particularly if he was good looking! (Sorry, hon, but I’m sure you’d understand!)