And sientate means sit. I learned that last night while helping bathe, dry, feed, water, walk, clean up after, and play with 10 dogs that had been rescued off the streets of Cancun/Isla Mujeres and flown up to Minneapolis to find nice new families and homes. During that time is when we were taught the dogs only knew Spanish commands. My extent of the Spanish language are things my 13 year old kid has taught me, what I’ve picked up off Dora the Explorer, and the choppy shit the ungrateful Americans on Amazing Race use when yelling at cab drivers. I really need to learn more.
Since we’re still another couple of days away from being completely unpacked, we’re only temporarily fostering a pup for a couple of days. Her name is Pinta or Pintata or Pizza. She’s five months old, weighs about 20 pounds, and is so sweet I can’t stand it. She was so excited to be in a house and to find out what was on the kitchen counter, and especially to sleep on a couch with a person who covered her up with a blanket in the middle of the night.
It’s possible I spoil these dogs a lot, but c’mon. They deserve it. They’ve been living on streets, eating trash wherever they can find, getting covered in fleas and ticks, and discarded like they’re dirty rats. A little extra padding on their bed and maybe a few extra treats won’t hurt them one single bit.
Visit Pet Project Rescue and I’m sure you’ll be able to see pictures of all the new dogs very soon. And they all need homes!