I do not believe in omens. Just another bit of superstition as far as I am concerned.
Well, almost.
I came close to falling into the augury trap during my highlands trek. While driving around Lake Zirahuén, I had the feeling it was going to be my next stop in this Mexican adventure.
It wasn’t the mountains -- or the forests -- or the azure lake itself. Even though all of those were factors.
It was dogs. Well, a type of dog. Golden retrievers. I saw two of them on my drive around the lake. If relatives of Professor Jiggs could thrive there, so could I.
Of course, that simply disinterred The Dog Question. Am I about ready for another golden retriever?
And I knew that answer. It was easy. If I had a golden retriever during the past two months, I would not have been spending time in San Miguel or Pátzcuaro. Traveling with a big dog in Mexico is difficult. Very difficult.
When I get another dog, that will be an omen certain that I have decided to garage the Escape and put down some roots. But not today.
Instead, today (or yesterday) I became the keeper of a dog. A house guest dog.
Well, almost.
I came close to falling into the augury trap during my highlands trek. While driving around Lake Zirahuén, I had the feeling it was going to be my next stop in this Mexican adventure.
It wasn’t the mountains -- or the forests -- or the azure lake itself. Even though all of those were factors.
It was dogs. Well, a type of dog. Golden retrievers. I saw two of them on my drive around the lake. If relatives of Professor Jiggs could thrive there, so could I.
Of course, that simply disinterred The Dog Question. Am I about ready for another golden retriever?
And I knew that answer. It was easy. If I had a golden retriever during the past two months, I would not have been spending time in San Miguel or Pátzcuaro. Traveling with a big dog in Mexico is difficult. Very difficult.
When I get another dog, that will be an omen certain that I have decided to garage the Escape and put down some roots. But not today.
Instead, today (or yesterday) I became the keeper of a dog. A house guest dog.
She belonged to a family from Guadalajara who left her behind at the beach. She has been in foster care for a bit. On Friday, she was spayed, and needed to stay someplace where she would not be bothered by other animals.
My landlady knew who to ask. I still have not divested myself of most of Jiggs’s dog paraphernalia. So, Tamara showed up for a stay at the Professor Jiggs Spa. Eating out of his bowls and enjoying a yard he never saw.
And when she goes, I will stow the Jiggs kit until I decide it is time to rejoin the dog class once again. Maybe at Lake Zirahuén.
