Friday, 4 October 2013

Poor Puppy

I hadn’t been to the beach for two days as the weather has been pretty pants but also I went to the hospital with Cina as she has a bad ear infection. It took us from about 11am to 6pm to get it sorted. This place is bonkers. We were actually turned away from one surgery for being white. The doctor came out and barked at us to get our driver. The driver then came, spoke to the doctor and then ushered us out. The doctor had told the driver that he’d had some western people in his surgery last week who didn’t want to pay so on that basis he wouldn’t see Cina (it’s nice to see that racism is a thing of the past). I felt so bad for Cina. She was in so much pain. She weakly said “Please tell him he can have whatever he likes”. I think she was so desperate she would have extended that to sexual favours.

Anyway, yesterday I went back to the beach. I was so excited to see Puppy. I had a bag full of goodies for him. As soon as he saw me he ran up the cliff to greet me. There is no better feeling in the world than to feel utterly, unconditionally loved. I was so happy to see him. I had the biggest smile on my face. When we got to the beach we pissed about for bit then I gave him his breakfast. Another dog came along so I shared the food with him but Puppy got protective and territorial (I didn’t think he had it in him). They ended up having a really bad fight. I didn’t really know what to do and then from out of nowhere a big fat fisherman came and hit puppy so hard on the back legs with a massive wooden oar.

I felt physically sick. Puppy was terrified and ran away up the cliff. I was so upset. I wanted to kick ten tons of shit out of the fisherman but I’m not in my own country so have to just accept that things are different here. It’s so hard though. The fishermen leave the beach about 1pm so as soon as they left I looked for puppy but couldn’t find him. At about 1.30 he came over. I have never been so happy or relieved. He is limping a little but he’ll be fine. We chipped about all day together. He even came in the sea with me. When I went to lunch he came to sit under the table and when I went to the toilet he was there waiting outside the door. All these years I thought I wanted a man when all along all I need is the love of a dog.

Because of puppy I met a really nice English couple. While puppy and I were messing about by the water this couple came over. Puppy bounded up to them and then we all got talking. I was saying how much I liked it here and that I had loads of friends. They looked at puppy and then at each other and I could see them thinking; this poor delusional girl thinks that all these dogs are her friends. They invited me to lunch (they probably felt sorry for me). So puppy and I went for a drink with them. It was my first beer in 10 days. It was bloody lovely.

Yvonne and Alan are really sweet. They had been together for about 5 years. They met on Match.com. I think Yvonne was 60+ and Alan was 50+. Apparently he has a thing for older women. They are yet to live together and I felt that there was some underlying tension surrounding it. I get a sense that Yvonne is quite happy as she is, but I also get the feeling that if Yvonne doesn’t move in with Alan soon he is going to find himself a new lover. He'll have to start knocking about in pop in parlours.

They were so kind to me. They insisted on buying the beer for me, as well as giving me a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of sun cream. How cute is that?  The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me. It really has a big impact on me. It makes me want to be a better person. Do I sound like a hippy? Is it time for me to leave?

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