Trick and ShadowA Story by TonyA morning in the pueblo with my dogs.Trick and Shadow wake me up by wrestling on the dirt floor of the shack where we live. I stir and they both sit, side by side, staring at me. I smile and greet them. Shadows tail wags and Trick wiggles his stump. I pull the latch on the door and it creaks as it swings open on its own. The dogs tear past me and begin chasing the chickens out of the yard. The dawn in winter here is cold and I stamp my bare feet to get circulation as I light the burner on the dilapidated camp stove. I put on water for coffee and get dressed. Trick has a chicken cornered behind a small tree in the yard so I give him the "stop that" whistle. He gives me a look of disgust and lays in the first sun rays, sulking.
After coffee, I roll a fat joint and unlock the chain on the front gate. It does not swing open. It is sagging badly and I drag it open as Trick and Shadow tear past me into the street. Trick is a big boxer with a tiny brain and he prances down the sandy street, provoking all the other yard dogs to bark wildly, warning him not to come near. Which, of course, he does. I walk to the corner and stand under the big tree. My friend, Nellis walks up and we stand for a while, enjoying the morning being born, and the agriproducto de Sinaloa.
Other dogs have arrived at the intersection and they play and do all the other things dogs do. Except fight. Not today anyway. Bueno. Shadow comes over and sits by me as Nellis and I discuss making a short trip in his little boat to pull our crab nets. Its kinda windy, we're thinking.
Now a tourist comes up the street. A Geubacho, a north american. Good morning, I say. Buenas dias, he says. Como estas? I ask. Good, and you? he returns to English. Oranges, I reply, nothin' but Oranges. He is visiting from Canada. He wants to buy some fresh fish, crab or shrimp. We have all that, says Nellis. The North American points at Shadow sitting politely by my side, looking beautiful in her shiny black coat with discreet silver flecks. Is this your dog? he asks. All these dogs are his. says Nellis.................
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Added on April 3, 2008Last Updated on January 22, 2010 AuthorTonyMexico...... Tan LejosAboutI am a guy, 49. I am spirit residing in a carbon based life form. The god I know can be found in motion and rest. I live in Mexico because it's very free, and community still means something. .. more..Writing
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