REZ DOGS
The Indian reservations here in Arizona have lots of dogs. Dogs at the gas stations… Dogs in the campground... Dogs along the road... Dogs in the yards... Dogs at the museums... The big surprise is that they look healthy and well-fed. They usually don’t have collars, but they are too friendly to be true strays. They will cautiously walk up for a pat on the head. They seem streetwise enough to avoid the traffic. We visited with a dog at the Hubble Trading Post and we are sure we saw the same dog a mile down the road fifteen minutes later. He knows the shortcuts. Here at the campground, a couple of dogs came to visit shortly after we pulled in.
Our area of Texas is a contrast of dog care. Most of the dogs along the road are mangy and malnourished, or buzzard food. I don’t know why many of the people bother to have dogs, or how they can live with themselves when they see their dog being eaten by the vultures along the road. It makes me ill just seeing it.
In our neighborhood, dogs live like royalty. Pete gets golf car rides twice a day, and has his own (plastic) swimming pool. Gretchen lives in the air conditioning, except when she is walked in her matching harness and leash. The other neighborhood dogs get similar indulgences.
I have heard that the Navajos think the rest of us are silly for pooping inside our houses and letting the dogs inside. I like indoor plumbing and the company of dogs, but I can understand their point. But what makes the rez dogs look much better than the typical Texas dog. Are they owned but not collared? Do the people make sure that they are fed and medicated? Do they drive slowly-enough to avoid hitting them?
Rural Texans could learn a little about respecting life.
Postscript-
The following morning, two dogs we had seen around the campground were waiting near the motorhome when I took our dogs out for a morning walk. They walked a short distance down the road and looked back at us. We followed. They led us in the same way out of the campground, through a hotel parking lot, around the corner, down a side street to a construction site, where the workers apparently feed the dogs. We said our goodbyes and returned to the campground, and the rez dogs entered the worksite.
After a lot of thought, I am convinced that our dogs, being guests on the reservation, were invited to breakfast.
Matt Bruner 10/something/07 100 Klicks from Hopiland
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1998 Monaco Windsor