Why I Believe In Dog

(midnight. – promoted by ek hornbeck)


Tulum, Mexico — This is a friend of mine.  Young Mexican beach dog.  Apparently, she has an owner who appreciates her and feeds her.  Not as much as gringo dogs, but enough.  She’s been hanging around for about a week, just visiting.  

Carlos Fuentes, Mexican writer and laureate, says in his novel The Years With Laura Diaz, that Mexican dogs look like this because of the Mexican Revolution.  Landowners with pure bred dogs, dogs with pedigrees, had to let their dogs go, had to unchain them, when they fled the revolution, or got thrown off their haciendas, or lost all of their possessions.  The dogs had their own caste system, obviously, but it wasn’t the same one as people in Mexico had at that time.  Dogs accept and live with their own system and its hierarchy.  After the Revolution, the dogs created this new, revolutionary species.  Mexican beach dog.  My friend above is a wonderful example.

This is just one of the many reasons why I believe in dog.  History might be written by the winners.  Yes.  But in the end, dog survives.


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  1. Woof woof woof woof woof woof.

    • Joy B. on November 18, 2009 at 02:21

    All dogs go to heaven. Starfish the German Shepradore is now officially six months old, still has ample feet to grow into. We’ve been used to Poodles (of the Imperial size – 80# plus) and Border Collies. The #’s 1 and 2 on somebody’s intelligence list, based on how easy it is to make them do what YOU want, which I’m not that sure is a sign of intelligence (think: pampered house cats). But Shepherds are #3, so she’s trainable… ยง;o)

    • Diane G on November 18, 2009 at 02:35


    • Edger on November 18, 2009 at 02:46


    • rossl on November 18, 2009 at 03:49

    And there were stray dogs on the beach that I came to love.  Their names were Romero, Carmella, and Balu.  I think Balu is probably dead by now, unfortunately.  He had some kind of skin disorder the second year, but he was a sweet dog.

    • mango on November 18, 2009 at 04:09

    seven years ago named solo bueano.  He used to take my hand in his mouth and walk me home.  I had not seen him for about two years, when here comes my friend with her dog named Bob.  It was him and he remembered me.  He is all fat and healthy now.  What a great life he has had.

    • dkmich on November 18, 2009 at 12:07

    That my plan for my next life.

    Where you visiting Tulum or do you live there?  Are you a beach dog on the beaches of Tulum?   play del Carmen won my heart my first visit.   Now, it is very commercial.  Good for them I guess.  What do you think of Akumal?  Anything like playa del Carmen before it became the darling of all tourists?    

  2. . . . so these socialist Mexican dogs can’t mix with our patriotic God-fearin’ American dogs.  The mongrelization of . . . ummm . . . mongrels . . . would destroy this great country of ours.

  3. seems like a good life to be a beach dog…

  4. …sort of, almost said in “My Fair Lady”…

    “Why can’t a person more like a dog?”

    Actually, for those who might not remember, the quote really was, “Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”

    But, from the photo and the face, I prefer the new version.

    “Why can’t a person be more like a dog?”

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