Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Puppy Love and New Tattoos

I'm starting to feel really bad about bringing Cheech to Saga.
I know he's already much healthier, but the guy is now locked up in his cement prison cell for I don't even know how many hours a day, and I've had no luck in finding him a new home. 

I went to see him on Sunday... 

He was super excited when he was allowed to come out in the yard to see me... but his freedom didn't last long. Sadly, I think he's becoming more aggressive in his new surroundings - he kept running up to the other dogs, who were locked in their cages, and starting shit with them, so he had to go back to his cage after just a few minutes. 

He still looks happy, but he really needs to get out of there.

I need to go see him again on Thursday (today)- I've had a lot of distractions so far this week, so it's been three days since my last visit.

One of the distractions was that Beto is in town doing tattoos... 

This is Kainie throwing a nervous giggle fit before having the memorial tattoo for her father inked onto her foot. (the video is even better)

Cori, blowing out the pain, while Kainie laughs behind her.

And - for the first time ever - I got to GIVE a tattoo (Beto is a brave, brave man)

I'd need about 100 more hours of practice and many more brave people to practice on if I'd ever want to get decent at it...

I'm sure it won't make my mom happy, but I did collect another tattoo this week (I had to, mom, it was an early Christmas present)

An anchor - to represent my time working on boats.

If you had to get a tattoo to symbolize your job, what would it be?

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Mr Cheech Update - He Needs YOUR Help

So, after finding out that sweet Cheech isn't allowed to live around here anymore... I assumed that his owner had given him away while I was out on charter.
I was gone from November 8th until the 13th, and when I returned, Cheech was nowhere to be seen.

It was a few days before I heard him shaking his big head and his ears flapping around - it turns out that his owner did not get rid of him, like he was supposed to. Instead, he had been hiding Cheech inside and only letting him out, as far as I could tell, for about five minutes, twice a day.

This must have gone on for about 3 weeks - that poor dog, alone inside, all day and all night, not getting any attention and definitely no exercise.

Two days ago, much to my delight, I was walking to the Mata Grande grocery store and I heard what sounded like a small horse galloping up behind me - it was Cheech!
After some hugs and kisses, we continued walking to the store. Now, a walk to and from the store probably takes me less than 6 minutes - and during those 6 minutes or so, I observed Cheech trying to poop five times... and nothing but blood was coming out of him. I'm not talking about him having blood "in his stool," I'm saying that there was nothing but blood coming out of him.

That was the final straw, right there. I decided that there was no way in hell that I would just sit by and do nothing for this sweet dog any longer. I talked to  my landlord to let him know that Cheech was out and about (so that he could keep an eye on his cat) and I got Cheech's owners phone number from him. I texted the guy twice - first asking if he knew his dog was shitting blood, and then to ask permission to take him to the vet. I got no reply.

The first thing I did when I woke up yesterday morning, once I saw that Cheech was still sleeping on my porch, was get on Facebook and beg someone to come and pick the two of us up. Luckily, my friend Tori - the only one who offered to help - was taking a golf cart for a test drive, and she braved the puddles to come up all the way up here for us.

The drive down was somewhat hellish - being on a golf cart is never really comfortable, but add a heavy dog with long, sharp nails and a leaky anus to your lap, and it's even worse.

We made it, though! She dropped us off at Saga Humane Society, where he was checked for Parvovirus (negative) given heartworm pills, a vitamin shot, and some antibiotics ($125bz for everything - not too bad)

When asked what I was going to do with him next (they had a heads up about the situation before I got there) I told her I had no idea - I wasn't allowed to bring him back home with me, and I don't know anyone kind enough to adopt him (Ooooh yeah, I know there are people here who COULD adopt him, but no one has stepped up. jerks.)

I was told what I already knew- that he is a good, sweet dog.

They decided to keep him there at Saga. They'll get him healthy, get him fixed, and then try to find him a good home.

I guess it's all out of my hands now... all I can do is go visit him and try to be involved with finding him a nice place to live with someone who will take care of him and give him plenty of love and attention...

I'm actually even willing to move out of the house that I love and give up the swimming pool and the silent nights up north in order to have a home where Cheech is welcome - but finding a decent place, in my price range, has proven to be very difficult on this island.

If anyone knows of a nice, cheap home to rent, OR an amazingly awesome human that could possibly make room in their home for Cheech, PLEASE let me know.

I would have added more pictures to this post - I took a bunch of new ones yesterday, but I lost my damn iPod in town last night.
I don't know if I'm more upset about that or about not having Cheech around to run down the beach with.

                                    this is just a picture of what i wish I was eating right now.



Monday, December 1, 2014

Crap Weather Makes for Pretty Photography

I remember sitting with my mom on our bench swing on the porch of our house during soooo many thunderstorms when I was growing up, so it must be because of her that I've always loved a good storm. The dark skies, the wind, the rain, the thunder and lightning... I just love all of it.
(I've seen lightning during a snow storm, too - that was pretty sweet!)

I feel bad for visitors who've had nothing but crap weather while they were here this past week, but I personally love it, and it really does make for some beautiful pictures - which you would know by now if you followed me on Instagram 







Also, since it's Cyber Monday, I decided to share My Amazon Wishlist
Presents are always welcome here.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

My New, Smelly Baby

It's been a good two months or so since I've had any kind of spending money, or "extra" money, if there is such a thing - but I finished up my first charter of the season yesterday day and I was heading home with some cash in my pocket.

I ran into a friend of mine (Ras Gilbert) at the water taxi terminal, and he was looking kind of bummed out so I asked him what was up.
He told me he was short on money to buy his ticket home to San Pedro, only about $5bz.
I gave him a $20 and told him to hold on to the change in case he needed it, and when he said he would pay me back I told him not to worry about it.
It just feels good to be able to help someone out when you can, ya know?

He thanked me about a million times and then stepped outside while I bought my ticket.
When I finished up and went out there, he was waiting for me with another guy I recognized - this old sweetie from Rockstone Pond, which is the village that Altun Ha is in.


To thank me for helping him out, Gilbert gave me the most beautiful Black Orchid (the national flower of Belize) that he found while he was in the jungle in Rockstone Pond.


There is she, my new, smelly baby.

There are six orchids in bloom on the bunch, and they give off the most delicious scent every once in a while.

"The black orchid (Encyclia Cochleatum) is the National Flower of Belize. This orchid grows on trees in damp areas, and flowers nearly all year round. Its clustered bulblike stems vary in size up to six inches long and carry two or three leaves.

The black orchid flower has greenish-yellow petals and sepals with purple blotches near the base. The "lip" (one petal of special construction, which is the flower's showiest) is shaped like a valve of a clam shell (hence the name Encyclia Cochleatum) and is deep purple-brown, almost black, with conspicuous radiating purple veins." belmopancityonline.com

"Traditionally in the East, orchids represented meditation, purity and simplicity. They also symbolized happiness and ecstasy. Many societies believed that to consume the orchid would impart its power. The Aztecs drank the flower mixed with vanilla. The Chinese used orchids to treat breathing ailments. Some cultures even believed they could influence the sex of their child by eating different sized portions of the flower's tuber." gardenguides.com

"The meanings of the color black and the orchid marry perfectly in the black orchid to represent a message of absolute authority and power, making them a perfect gift for a new boss--a leader. Their manly connotation renders them appropriate to gift to a male or female. Black orchids would also make a good choice of gift for a religious figure, symbolizing many positive aspects of the person's service. They could be used to recognize a graduate, as a bestowment of honor. Equally, the flowers would make an excellent way to signify to a mate your wishes for fertility and your belief in his or her sexual power." gardenguides.com

This is so much better than getting my $20 back :)
He told me to just tie them up to a tree or to a post on my house, so I have a friend bringing me some heavy duty string my in a few hours and I'll find them a good spot and throw a picture up on my Instagram page.

If you go through the San Pedro Belize Express water taxi terminal often, you may know the woman who does hair braiding and nail painting.. I see her a lot and she always wants to wrap my dreads or paint my toenails but I'm always either short on cash or short on time, but I had a little of both yesterday so I finally let her give me a quick nail job.


       Kinda matches my turtle, eh? 
Not a bad day at the water taxi joint. 

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Trouble With Falling in Love....

All I want to do is take long walks on the beach with him, make sure he's healthy and happy, and cuddle up next to him at night... But no. "His kind" apparently aren't welcome where I live, so I have to say goodbye soon.

For someone who falls in love with animals so, so easily (you didn't think this post was about a dude, did you?) I have the most unfortunate luck when it comes to keeping them in my life.

It didn't start out this way...
When I was little, my family had a white German Shepard named Gandolph, and he was with us from the time he was rescued by one of my uncles in Philly until he got old and had to go to doggy heaven.


Then we had McGyver, my Welsh Corgi.

I'm pretty sure there is nothing in the world cuter than this

McGyver, other than being slightly overweight, had a happy and healthy 13 years or so with us until he, too, had to go to doggy heaven. I still feel bad that I went and grew up and moved out of my parents house and had to leave him behind, but he had my brother and my parents and was very well taken care of, without me.
My sweet stumpy man.

The first pet I took in after moving out on my own was a super pretty Russian Blue cat - she belonged to a friend of a friend who had adopted her, named her "Vegas," and then decided to move to Florida or somewhere dumb and couldn't take her along.

I adopted her, renamed her, "Sugar," and only a few months later we added Muffin to the family after a friend of mine had found her on a rooftop somewhere.

Their first picture together - they were buddies immediately

Fast forward a bunch of years.... Me, Sugar and Muffin eventually move in with my (now estranged) husband and his two cats, Bubby and Smokey Bear.
Smokey Bear never really got attached to the other cats - she had a stumpy tail from an amputation after what we think was a raccoon attack one night - and I think she felt like she just didn't fit in with the rest of them because of it. Our condo was in a neighborhood of mostly "older" people, so I believe she found herself another human to live with and just ditched us.

In her place, Mr. Mister started showing up. (Bear with me, I'm getting to the heart-breaking moments)

We had a cat door and Sugar, Muffin, and Bubby would all guard it at different times to make sure no other neighborhood cat (Big Blackie, specifically) could get in. They'd sit in front of it and if another cat stuck his head in - WHACK. Total beat down from whichever cat was on duty.
(Even though they hated other cats, they would let the raccoons in ALL THE TIME. They'd all just sit around while the raccoons dumped the garbage, went through the cabinets, ripped open cereal boxes, played with the cat toys...)

The one and only cat that they did eventually let in was a scrawny, beat up looking white and orange tabby cat who showed up one night looking like he had been hit by a car.
For months, this guy would just show up randomly, looking like shit, and spend up to a week just sleeping and eating at our house.
We never figured out what his deal was - one time, he showed up with a flea collar on, so we assumed he had an owner. Another time, he stumbled in wearing a Santa Claus costume - I kid you not - but it was on wrong and he had one little arm sticking out of the neck hole along with his head.. I'm not sure how he was even able to get around,

When it was time to move to Belize, it was decided that Mr. Mister would not be coming with us. He didn't "belong to" us, plus he most likely wouldn't have passed the health requirements to be allowed to enter another country since he was pretty sickly most of the time.

That was sad for me - it was the first time that I had been separated from an animal that I loved for a reason other than death due to old age.

It gets worse.

Living in Belize...
I brought Sugar to San Pedro with me, Bubby was sent down  by himself a few weeks later, and then Muffin traveled with Trip (the husband) and went straight to the mainland with him while me and the other two spent a few more months on the island, waiting for our house in Stann Creek to be built

Sugar, reading the San Pedro Sun

Fast forward, again...

We were all living together on the mainland for about four months and then.... Sugar passed away.
I felt guilty - either something bit her or she ate something she shouldn't have - either way, I still feel like it's my fault. I brought her down her to live in the jungle with critters and plants she wasn't familiar with, and something killed her.

The day after she died, our first baby chicken was born, and two months later, we adopted a homeless potlicker and her two puppies, and two months after that, we adopted three Boer goats from Ian Anderson.


I was in love with my little farm family - cats, chickens, dogs and goats - that was pretty much my childhood dream, minus some horses, and I had it for a little while! I would spend hours, literally hours picking ticks off of Mama, Clementine, and Penelope (the dogs) and I would feed Liney, Higby, and Dominguez (the goats) veggies and leftover food and try to scratch between their horns.


I was also in love with a dog named Lobo who belonged to one of our workers from the village - and the dog loved me back. 

Lobo

I totally believe that i was the only human, ever, to pet this dog. His owner would get drunk and lash him with a machete, he had scabs and sores and ticks all over him - but I didn't care. I was warned not to try to pet him, "He's mean!" they said. "He'll bite you."

Pfft. That dog was a sweetheart just waiting to be loved. I spent many nights outside, getting bitten by bugs along side of him, just to give him some attention. We went for walks together, he would follow us all the way to the river when we collected rocks for the stone work in the house, and he would sleep right by our door whenever he didn't feel like going home.

When I had to leave my husband, I had to leave all of the animals, too. With only a backpack full of clothes, about $50us in my pocket, and no plan as to what the hell I was going to do with my life next, I couldn't take a cat or a dog, or even a baby chicken with me.
It's been two years since I've seen any of them and I STILL get choked up about not being able to say goodbye to them all individually and explain why I couldn't stay.
I feel the worst about Lobo... he lost the only one who would ever show him any affection.

Moving right along...

I moved back to San Pedro after leaving my home and every single plan I had made that was supposed to be my life here in Belize. One of my sister's friends who lives down here had generously offered me a room to stay in while I made some money and got back on my feet.

When I did finally manage to score my own, tiny, ghetto apartment, I also happened to meet a guy who was giving away his dog's puppies.
I did not plan on taking one - I knew my life was still not stable enough to bring a pet into it, but after seeing how they were being cared for (not at ALL) I knew I needed to save at least one of them or I'd never stop wondering what happened to them.

I adopted a little girl, named her Keanu, and took her everywhere with me.

                                                        on a road trip to the mainland


I was obviously completely in love with her, and she was growing up to be a very strong, feisty lady... then, the most horrible thing in the entire world happened. 
I don't want to rehash awful old memories, hopefully you understand, but when this sweet little angel of a puppy was only about 3 or 4 months old, someone beat her to death. It was the most disturbing, disgusting, inhumane thing I've ever witnessed in my life and something I still can't think about without getting physically ill.

Let's skip to little Luna


This tiny little thing was in the abusive hands of a group of young Belizean children who had her tied up, by her tail, with fishing wire and were kicking her and throwing rocks at her. Someone who knew me and how much I love animals took the puppy from those shitty little kids and brought her to me. 
I still had Keanu at the time, that's them together in the above picture, so I knew I couldn't keep this adorable black and white little penguin. (Her name was Penguin for the two days that I had her)

My friend Brandy ended up taking her in, so I was able to hang out with her constantly and watch her grow up almost on a daily basis. 
You guys all know Luna - she's been mentioned in multiple posts and I made this fun video of her chasing coconuts. I. Love. Her.

I got to live with Miss Luna for a very short time - but things didn't work out for us as members of a three-roomate household, so I left and I've only seen Luna twice, very briefly, in the past 2 months that I've been gone.

Now - present day.

I moved up north just over two months ago with my two cats, Grande and Poquito. They adopted me just about a year ago when I was living at the Barrel Bar, and they've been moving around with me ever since.


About a month ago, when I was dog sitting Gingah, Croc Fightah, Poquito decided to take off and leave us. She hates dogs.
Two weeks later, when Cheech, my neighbor's dog and creator of my doggy dilemma, started hanging out here, Grande went missing. She doesn't care for dogs much, either.

The bad news is that Grande is still gone, but the good news is that last Friday night, as I was walking home from Rojo, I heard a cat crying just as I was passing John McAffee's old house. I stopped, listened, looked around, and there she was - Poquito!!
I sent Cheech back to my house with the friend I was walking with and then spent a good twenty minutes coaxing Poquito out of the yard so I could grab her and get her home.
I didn't need to carry her - she ended up following me along the beach and back to our house, no problem.

               this is where, apparently, Poquito had been living for a few weeks. Nice choice.

The other bad news, the really bad news and the whole reason I started this ridiculously long post in the first place, is that I'm now completely in love with Cheech, and I have to say goodbye.

My neighbors will not give me their dog - but even if they would agree to let me have him, it doesn't matter.
My landlord emailed me and informed me that he does NOT want a pitbull living on his property, so Cheech has to go - no matter who owns him. The landlord is bringing his cat back down here to live, and they have had bad experiences involving her and another pitbull here that, he was told, "wouldn't hurt a fly."

I totally understand where he is coming from, but I am so, so sad right now.

I was telling someone, when my cats were both gone, "I don't care if they don't want to live with me anymore - like, if they found a nice house with no dogs around and they're happy and safe, that's totally fine. I just want to know that they weren't attacked by a raccoon or anything.."
I feel the same way about Cheech... It isn't the most horrible thing ever that he can't live here - but I'm 99% sure that whoever his owner ends up giving him to will not take care of him. He's supposed to be a "guard dog," so whether the current owner decides to move and take his dog with him, or if he decides to give it to one of his Belizean friends, this dog will be chained up 24/7 for the rest of his life.
Right now, he has on a collar that is way too tight and he's hooked up to a three foot rope with no room to run, no way to get any exercise, and no one pays any attention to him.

He gets excited when he sees me walk by, and then he starts crying when he can't see me any more. The wound he had on his head, the one I got under control with tea tree oil and neosporin, is now ripped open again and, as far as I can tell, he has no water bowl.

I feel completely helpless and heartbroken for him.  Last night, on my way out of the yard, he tried to jump his gate and got hung up on his rope. No one came out to check on him - he probably didn't whine or cry or anything, and when I got home four hours later, he was still stuck. I ended up going over, letting him back in his gate on onto the veranda, giving him some food, and petting him.
He looks so, so sad.

The only thing I can do - the only thing I can think of, is to try to find him someone who could take him in and love him, and then approach my neighbor about giving him away to someone decent.

So..... There has GOT TO BE SOMEONE... someone looking for a good dog who WILL protect your home, and who just wants to go for a walk once in a while and get his head scratched. He is super, super sweet - but he'll bark at anyone that comes near your home, and he has a big tough-guy bark that sounds pretty intimidating.

He seems to get along well with other dogs - as long as they're mellow and chill, he will be, too. I've taken him up to Rojo three times - and if you know Rojo, then you know they have about five dogs up there. He got along with every single one of them. He did show some interest in the cat - but since she didn't run away from him, he didn't chase her. He is a GOOD DOG.

He doesn't mess with people when we walk down the beach, and I've never had him on a leash. He doesn't chase motorcycles or bicycles, and he comes when called.

I really believe he would make an excellent addition to any family with a fenced in yard and a nice shady spot for him to enjoy on hot days.

He does need to be fixed, but I know that Saga has another free clinic day coming up this month and they've already told me that they can get him in if I can get him down there. He seems to have a tummy issue, too - but it's probably something easily fixable. I can't imagine that his current owner has ever given him a heartworm pill or any kind of shots, so he'll need a doctor's visit, for sure.

Someone please, please, PLEASE help me find a good home for this guy.
Or find me a home, in my low, low price range, with a yard, so that I can keep him myself.


And this is why I should NOT get attached to animals any more... Love hurts.

I hope dogs don't think the way I do... I hope Lobo never wondered why I left him and I hope Cheech isn't wondering why I won't save him and take him home with me :(

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

October 2014 (in pictures)

October is the best time to be in San Pedro, in my opinion.
Yes, we get some rain, and yes, a lot of places are still closed for slow season and everything is pretty quiet, BUT, prices for tours, hotel rooms, golf cart rentals, even food at some places are way cheaper than in high season, the weather is nice and cool from the passing rain storms, and there aren't crowds of drunken idiots roaming all over the island - plus the sunrises and sunsets are just extra gorgeous this time of year.
Win, win, win.... win.

             Just a few nights ago

I missed October in Belize last year because I was busy making my way through Mexico, visiting friends in North Carolina and Washington, D.C, spending time with my family in good old Bucks County, PA and then having an amazing time in Costa Rica with some new friends.

       Don't you just love TimeHop?

This year, though, besides the 10 days in Nicaragua last month, I've been here in Belize the whole time. I clearly haven't had much to say, since I've only posted five blogs so far this month, but I do post pictures on my Instagram account pretty regularly, so you should follow me there.
I live in a post card, so there's always something pretty being uploaded for your viewing pleasure.
Here's some of what you've been missing if you don't follow me yet: