Pobre Perra

As in most countries in Central and South America, wild dogs roam the streets. My first few days in Antigua, a little dog followed me around for about an hour; waiting for me as I went into shops and happily walking next to me. I tried to give it some bread, but it wasn´t interested. Two days later, the same dog found me near my casa and was very excited to see me. I thought it would be best to name her, and so I called her Josafina. She wagged her tail like mad when I called her name, and thus it was done. I saw her in the street hours later, and her entire body wagged her tail when I called her name. That was it, I was in love. She waited for me outside Reilly´s (did you have any doubt that there was an Irish bar in Antigua) and I said my goodbyes. Sadly, I have not seen Josafina since. Where is my pobre perra? Pedro tells me he saw her get picked up by a volunteer agency that rescues dogs. I hope so. I like to picture Josefina, running wild, fat and happy.

There is , of course, another pobre perra to this story. All I will say, is never challenge an Irishman to a drinking contest (unless it involves wine). I imagine Josafina is better off than me right now.