to Killer Yo

I find myself stuck in san juan del sur, nicaragua. I only meant to stay for a couple days, but now its 4. I suppose its the people that make you stay, not necessarily the place. However, i´m still searching for a companion as awesomely positive as killer.

Killer was my dog in quepos. He was a superior mut to all the other muts out there. After the night of being in a discoteca with a frog, a german, a whore, and her friend...surrounded by disapproving locals (they all knew she was a whore...they all knew we were turistas, we all knew we were drunk)...i headed off with the frog to wander the streets til dawn.

Thats when killer befriended us, wide eyed, panting tongue...hopeful. Leading us through the streets he would look back every so often to make sure we were still alright. He warded off any other dogs with a ferocious bark and would be muggers with a fiery sneer. I´ve never seen a dog so happy.

Sitting next to us on the beach, he dug around in the red dirt, licking it for minerals, then finally laying beside us. Heading back to the hostel however, we lost him to a trash can that held more promise for food than we did. He found a new friend to protect with his ferocious bark and billy idol sneer.

I miss him. To killer B!