Retire to the tropics, say so long winter weather;
that’s how I planned it. Live on a salad bowl island and travel from there;
that was the plan. And if it weren’t for the dog situation, I’d enjoy my
retirement in Puerto Rico so much more.
For the first time in my adult life I planned to be
dog less. I love dogs, but my life’s plan was to travel. The fates in the form
of the Great Recession screwed with that pretty hard, but if I budget I can
have a few fine travel experiences.
It’s amazing what I’m willing to live without in order to travel.
From the very beginning retirement planning
included waiting for a time when our dogs passed from old age. In the mean time
we visited our house in Puerto
Rico getting accustomed
to life on the island.
Dogs began to show up at our door. Cute dogs of
differing breeds and sizes wanted a little food, some water. There is no place
to take the dog where it will be cared for and not killed, so what does a dog
lover do?
Damn, right you feed! You water, you treat,
medicate and sterilize; it’s the right thing to do. Dogs came and went before I
started counting how much money I’d invested in the flow of animals.
Whoa, I’m on a fixed income, not the retirement I’d
planned; there is no room in my budget for a steady stream of dogs. I’ve paid
for enough sterilizations and vaccinations that I’m starting to get pissed. Oddly, it’s more because I get the dogs
neutered, healthy, and trained; and then, they disappear. All these missing
dogs and no bodies; it doesn’t add up.
So let’s get this straight, according to the law
154 if I feed it, it’s mine. But assholes can drop a dog out of a car window at
the bottom of my driveway for me to provide the animal’s rights.
The sheer numbers of dogs that come through here
make it impossible for me to ever hope to sterilize, vaccinate, or more than
feed.
I can return to the states so I’m not forced to see
the dogs in need. But how does that help the dogs?
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