One of the things we love about Sayulita is the preponderance of friendly stray dogs roaming the streets. They are all fat and happy, filled with dropped tacos and spilled margaritas.
One such gang of dogs lived right down the street from our rental house. Luca and I would pass by them on our way to hit parked cars in the golf cart or pick up winded Europeans on their way up the hill.
We called them Bandit, Kerry and Blanco. Kerry being the only official name, as found on his collar. They would chase us in the cart or bark friendly warning and occasionally cause us to swerve because they were sunbathing in the middle of the street.
One day we missed them on our way down the hill to see my other favorite attraction: Miracle, the Buzzing Horse.
Miracle was a horse who lived near the Playa Los Muertos with his brother, old No Name. What made Miracle live up to his name was his hilarious ability to entertain himself by buzzing his giant horse tongue.
All day long Miracle blows raspberries at passersby. Buzz buzz buzz. This particular afternoon, Miracle and I spent a good ten minutes buzzing at each other, much to Luca’s embarrassment and my delight.
We made our way back to the rental house and I waded back into my John Irving book in bed. Suddenly, I was surrounded by animals. Namely, Bandit, Kerry and Blanco. They had made their way into the house and determined our bed was much more comfortable than the hard street.
Although they were all adorable, I decided it wasn’t a great idea to have three strays lay their genitals on Diana’s pillow. So I carried they out one by one.
However, it takes a lot of brains to survive on the mean streets of Sayulita. They figured out how to push open our front door and I spent the next half hour juggling three hilarious but naughty mutts.
I came very close to moving the family out and letting the dogs take over, but I worried we’d lose our deposit.
The dogs eventually tired of the game and moved on. I like to think they went to see Miracle to discuss what a great guy I am.
