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...
In the mix of impending whirls of storm clouds, my little lanky frame ran along with the other frightened stray Sato orphans, hopping and jumping to-and-fro for a safe place to hide. The 2 little pups flopped in followed by the brown and white spotted medium-sized pup struggled a few steps behind, he seemed to only have 3 legs and 1/2 a tail. The wind lifted and pushed him back and he tumbled into low bushes. I thrust upward, hopped in after him then landed upside down next to him. His eyes were wide as he determined I was not a threat, then a feeling of calm to have a companion to share the storm with washed over us.
Branches and debris were flying above our heads! We huddled as we nuzzled his neck onto my neck, as fear's job is to bring about comfort in the safety of our nestled embrace. The calming familiarity of fur and warmth reminded me of my sibling pack just as it did a few short months ago. Soft whimpers tickled my ears as I comforted him. "Go to sleep, little pup, I am here."
Soft rumbles of thunder rolled away while my newest friend wiggled slowly awake as the sun shone on his dirty wiry fluff. His sausage tail waved as his brown eyes looked thoughtfully at me. As he rolled and stretched up onto his back, his front paws brushed me in the face along with only 1 long, rear leg extending playfully in the air.
Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hershey?! Heeeeyyy, Hershey?"
My head craned back, and my nose stuck straight up to catch a waft of kibble. My right paw held one of the pups down as he wriggled then broke loose.
A soft voice called, "Come and eat."
The brown pup, thoughtfully known as "Skippy," hopped into the pile face first. As he gobbled it up, he hadn't noticed that a gentle hand scooping him up by his tummy. He let out a squeaky "yelp!" as he was put into a cage, then seamlessly continued to eat, as if nothing else existed in his world except food and this very moment.
The woman purposefully left some round bits of food for me and said, "Next time Hershey!" She respectfully faced me as she slowly backed away. I crept up cautiously and finished ravenously without leaving a scrap then bounced backward toward safety.
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Entrance to Sato/Dead Dog Beach
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Dead Dog /Sato Beach
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a touching first encounter
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