I had an ex lover here who was bad, really bad. I am not sure if I made him bad or allowed him to be bad or if I was just a co-dependant mess at the time. Anyway, I had a bad man here in Tulum. Let’s leave it at that. And really here, that is not so extraordinary. There are a more than a few to choose from.
But there is a ying and a yang to everything, no? Two sides to every story. Or like in my yoga practice, one open hip and one more closed. So, as bad as Amador was, he did somethings right. For example, one night when I had family visiting and he was still stalking me, he came to my house at 3 a.m. with a not even month old puppy in his arms. ”Amor, I save this baby for you”, he said with his eyes red from drink and drug and a smile on his face that melted my resolve to turn him away every single time. Then he put the puppy in my arms saying, “You take him for me today?” and as he opened the door to leave, “I be back tomorrow. You the best. I never gonna leave you.” And then he did, thank God. He walked out the door and left me with this adorable, blond baby mutt. I held the dog in my arms and then looked out after him but he had disappeared. I may have said, “But”, but I don’t think so.
I went to the fridge (I had a fridge back then) grabbed the milk and poured a glass for me and a bowl for my new friend. My dog Lakra, most wonderful dog ever, by the way, drifted into the kitchen and looked at me and then the new puppy and then back at me, skeptically. I poured her some milk as well and sat down on the floor with my two new dogs. ”What will I do with this?” I asked myself. After a moment, I stood up, grabbed the empty cooler from the porch, put a blanket into it and then put the puppy inside. I called to Lakra, who was more and more curious, and we went back to bed.
I woke the next morning wondering if it had been a dream. But when I walked into the kitchen and heard a wimper, I knew it had not been. I looked into the cooler and had to smile. Lakra came to my side and looked in too. I don’t think she smiled but she didn’t seem too annoyed. I patted the sweet dogs head and shook mine. Again, I asked myself, “what will I do with this?” Just as I did my cousin came into the kitchen. ”What ‘cha got there?” she asked as she looked over my shoulder. ”How adorable!” she shrieked when she saw him. ”Where did he come from?” I responded, “Amador”. ”Oh no.” she said, “when was he here?” And I told her the drop in/drop dog story. She laughed and said, “So like that train wreck. He brings things he saves for you to save.” And then, because my cousin is from California and should be a therapist, we broke into a litany of codependant themes and how abusive the whole thing was. Then I said, “shall we go look for a home for him?” ”Let’s just go to the beach”, my cousin said. ”And”, she continued enthusiastically, “Lets take the dogs!”
And for the next 4 days we played with this new dog. Lakra, my dog, got used to him, he got used to us and we started to love him. Twice Amador came by for “his dog” but he never took him. We knew he never would. He always threatened it but somehow he always forgot the dog after he bummed a few dollars or beers. Sad but that is the way it was. And then Megan had to leave. I was heartbroken, so was she and as much about leaving the dog as leaving me. ”What if I take him?” she asked me the day before she left over coffee. ”What?” I said. She continued, “Well, I could use a dog and I know my dad would help me with him and it would be so great to get him out of here. Too, if you keep him, A will never let you alone. It is just one more reason for him to harass you and get you to give him cash. You know that”, more phsychology and therapy talk. I actually loved it and appreciated it. At the end we were at the vet, getting him shots and looking for soft sided dog carriers. That might seem simple to you but this was Tulum 5 years ago before the southern beach road was paved and before you could get parmasian cheese at San Francisco or any sort of bread that was not white. This town has changed. But, in 24 hours we had just about everything. It was a miracle. I was so proud of my cousin. She would rescue this little guy and named him Diego.
When we got to the airport, they gave us a hard time but Megan wouldn’t back down. And the airline did, for a fee of course. She carried the little guy on the plane, waving at me and they were gone. I cried for more than the time it took me to get back to my house. Lakra was waiting, thank God. But I missed my cousin and that little puppy and was a little afraid of what would happen the next time Amador came by. But I knew he would have very little to threaten me with for awhile since Megan had rescued Diego.
Megan recently sent me a beautiful video of where she lives now in Oregon. She is a great photographer and the movie was a series of her photos from the new place she lives . One was of Diego who she now calls the best dog in the world. He gives both Megan and my uncle so much love it is hard to imagine how anyone ever abandoned him. And harder to imagine how I doubted it was right for Megan to take him to the states. And then I think of Amador and how, even though he did things with way less than loving intention, some good things came from his actions. It seems that with Diego, Megan and I proved that if you take things with love, love always comes, no matter what the intention. Choosing love creates more love. So, choose love.