Truth is, I have a camera, but it's too big to carry around all the time. So, I'm asking Santa for a really thin, almost credit card size digital camera so when I tell these stories, I can have a camera in my pocket at all times to snap a picture. Because without the camera, the story is not quite the same.....
We're riding down this country road back from a place called Bobita. The road is rough to say the very least, but well traveled by kids walking to school and back home again. Remember the stories of your parents walking miles (up hill both ways) to get to school? Well, if they live in the country in the DR, the stories are true. Lots of walking.
So, we're riding along, and it's starting to drizzle a little, and we're on our way back from Bobita. Me, Kevin, and Zoi, the our doberman pinscher (who's full grown by now, but still really cute). Keep in mind most Dominican's are really really afraid of dogs. Even nice ones. Which "nice" is the way I would now describe Zoi. She's been around so many people, she's hardly a good guard dog. Just loves people. But to look at her, you wouldn't know that.
So, we pull up to these kids (ages probably like 8, or 10, or so), 3 of them along the road as it's dizzling rain, to see if they want a ride. And Zoi's in the back seat, basically laying down on the seat, out of site. I begin to think, this is going to get very funny. We do the usual offering them a ride and their eyes light up because a ride in a car is a very very good day especially when it's raining (them still not seeing my "surprise" in the back seat). So, I tell them okay, and I reach behind and open the back door.
Just as I open it, they all see the surprise lying on the seat, and almost in perfect harmony, all 3 kids SHRILL!!! No way! They're not getting in the back of the car with that thing!!! I'm laughing the whole time. Too funny. Zoi's just happy to have the potential for some company (she's always acting attention starved).
We finally convince the kids to get in the car; no easy feat. Very cautiously, very slowly the three kids enter the car. Eyes dead on the dog. But, also brave, if you ask me, that they get in. Zoi immediately starts her "LOVING" thing, and just as quickly they realize that my words "amable" are true. Amable means nice in Spanish.
We're now back on track headed down the road and now the kids are totally relaxed and starting to chatter. (of course I have no idea what they're saying). But, I glance back and Zoi is practically lying across the lap of two kids, head sprawled down just as gentle as a lamp, and the kids are petting her head in their lap. It was Zoi's finest moment. Cute as could be. She look up with her cute doggy eyes, keeping her head in the kids lap, with that look of "thanks Dad, these kids are great". And they, the kids, look at me as well with that, "Hey, you're right, this is a nice dog." And now stories of their dogs start flooding the car.
If I had a camera, I would have snapped a picture. Zoi's such a baby and these kids loved it. They go from terrified to having this dog laying across their laps, almost fighting to get to pet her. And Zoi's loving all the attention. I really need a camera. A picture would tell the story so much better. It was a good ride for us all.
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