Imagine following in the paws a helpless newborn stray puppy true along Dead Dog Beach leading him into the ruins of an old pier of Play de Guayan'es known as Sato Beach.
Sato means "street dog". Located on the southeastern side of Puerto Rico stret...
Prior to our global Covid 19 Pandemic near the end of February 2019.
It is true to announce that the sniffiest "runt of the litter" had been born very close to Tuesday, August, 28, 2018, on Dead Dog Beach in Puerto Rico and was black as dark chocolate! Sato Beach fans out to the periphery of the island's shorelines where most dogs are dumped deliberately.. He is your typical breed of this area, known as a lab/whippet mix - defined by the curled tail with a hearty thick chest tapering back towards his small hind quarters and marked with a fleur-de-lis pattern between his front legs.
"I cannot see!"exclaimed the newborn pup. "Where am I?" he thought.
"Oh! What is that calming smell?" A nurturing paw plopped on my head, then a tongue began bathing me. It felt so comforting and safe. "It is okay my pup, I am your. mother and I am here for you." "Oh! Hi mom!!" I feel so protected and loved.
The feeling of warmth, providing us with food and love, makes me feel so safe that I was able to snuggle down into the soft fur of my siblings very naturally and fall asleep with each. Day turned to night for weeks and we wiggled around and grew day-by-day. Tousling around our burrow became our first safe haven until we stood up, stepped forward and began our adventures!
This memorable morning, a warm breeze swept across my back as I awoke to find that my mom had stepped out of the nest and was nowhere to be seen. As I wobbled slowly away from my siblings into the soft sand, I noticed that there was a rumble in my tummy.
Exploring was my only option. and my nose was my best tool so I started to walk across the cushy beach and began to sniff, AND sniff, and snuffled my nose into the air as I approached water and began lapping up a few sips... "Yuck! This is not my mom's milk! Lap...lap...lap...oh my tummy feels worse than ever !!"
"Wait!" What is this shadow wiggling past my paws? I held my breath and blew bubbles out my nose so I could catch this slippery little silhouette!
Snap! Snap! Bubble! Bubble! It swam away!
Oh, how my tummy hurts, I thought. He began sniffing and stepping closer to the fragrance of greenery, grass and palm trees. Puddles gathered ion leaves and nourished my dehydration better than seawater. A new, more dewy and heavy smell swept past my nose followed by shadows off and away...Sniff...sniff...sniff...
A darkness came over the sand, and my uneven folded hobby ears perked up to discover similar dogs like me in the area racing toward the palm trees finding a place to hide. Whoosh! The pack raced past me, and I rushed to catch up. The sniff, sniff, sniffiest of odors darted up my nose. This was the dumping ground where I had to find somewhere to hide! Torrents of rain cascaded over my entire body as I was struggling toehold my small torso up in order that I might find safety! Pushing to survive, there was a low opening in the gnarly tree twists. My back legs shoved hard as I lurched forward, then landed with a thump into a dark safe hole. My eyes closed as I curled up and wept myself to sleep.
One eye squinted open, then the other as the sun began to warm my new burrow of safety. The sniff, sniff, sniffiest fragrance of a gentle warm breeze blew past my nose and the threat of storms had passed. The grumbling of my stomach reminded me of my agony and quest for food. Trotting along I noticed a neighborhood on my left and across from that a bathhouse where someone was bustling about.
Sniff! Sniff! Snuffle! Snuffle!Ohm what a delicious fragrance coming from the South, where the water met the sand. There was a new group of dogs brawling with a rather large fish and it was flopping and being tossed about an each dog snapped and plucked parts and pieces to satisfy their hunger just for one meal. In my short life, one of my best survival instincts has been to be very reserved. Fearfully, I went against my natural temperament! I drew a long snuffle that brought about my courage to snap up a fish of my own. Hunger creates valiant and creative , attempts to catch dinner, so here goes nothing! When the coast was clear, my legs ran across to the ocean as fast as possible. Thump!Tumble! OOOfff! There I was, lying on my back. I found all the leftover bits of a fish that I quickly inhaled. This fish was the answer to my well-being and satisfies my basic need to exist!
Okay! 1...2...3...here I go racing to the water! Wait a sniff, sniff sniffiest minute! This is scary! I jumped as the water splashed onto my legs then continued to take a few more steps. Hey! a small fish! After some time, I found that holding my breath and blowing bubbles allowed me to snap and catch a small fish. Mmmmm...delicious!
Uh, oh! Here comes the pack! Fear sparked me to run as fast as my legs could take me to my burrow of safety. I watched as 3 dogs had finished my first catch, but at least my tummy had stopped grumbling for the moment. Until tomorrow...
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