Well, I was saying to the man just last night how much I was enjoying living here. When I take the dog out for a walk I usually meet someone I know. Like last night, I met two families. I had a completely confusing one-sided conversation with one of them, and a real conversation with the other. Their daughter was there and teaches English with me at the language school, and the mother was the one who took us to meet Chuck the Suck...who was incidentally frightened by a PUPPY yesterday. What is that? By the same token, some of the mad slavering dogs in the yards we go by he wants to buddy up with, so go figure.
This morning I was doing better and better. Managed a dog paced walk, and he walks fast, for an hour which left me tired, but not dead, and went to the market and the language school. Starting to feel like I have a place in this community. Mom at the school, teacher at the language school, neighbour, dog owner......
I was rather distressed when I came home from the market however to discover that someone had left an old dog shit on my front door step during the 45 minutes I was away. Some one, I know not who, had gone to the trouble of finding, transporting and depositing an old clump of dump on my door. Now there are the guys downstairs, but they don't have a dog, and as they've lived in this town their entire lives, I assumed that the dump is aimed at us, the extranejeros -yeah it sounds like extra-strangers to me too.
Well this doesn't feel very friendly somehow.
It is not that we don't clean up after the dog...and let me tell you there is dog crap all over this town, you'd have to leave a dump on nearly every door if that was your issue...in point of fact, I not only pick up after Chuck, but if he does it near another dump I will pick that up while I am at it. So much for civic virtue. Anyway, when the man came home for lunch I asked him to talk to two of the very friendly ladies on our street if they had seen anything. Of course they had not, but maybe the old-lady brigade will start a chattin' about this. Let's hope this doesn't happen again, although I imagine it might. *sigh*
Then again, one shouldn't make assumptions...just because we seem the most likely target, it may have been aimed at the guys, or maybe someone was just walkin' along and realized they were carrying old dog shit and happened to be right at our door, and threw it down on the threshold, not the sidewalk or the road, a mere 12 inches further out. Who knows.
My eldest says to me when I am lacking faith in humanity that there could be a good reason for this, and she is usually right. This time though, her comment was, "That's not very nice." She's right.