I met Zoya two years ago when she was a few months old. Her mother lived next to Cascarabbias and I saw her one day as I was on a walk to admire Casca. She was so incredibly cute, I wanted to take her home with me. But I was living in San Miguel at the time and couldn’t. Anyway, I didn’t adopt her, and I never forgot her.
Recently, Fernando and I have been seeing her downtown. We surmised that her family did what many people do (mostly with female pups), and kicked her to the curb as soon as she grew out of the adorable puppy stage. Usually we bump into her at Embajadoras where she begs for scraps at the eateries there. We feed her and take her to a grassy area where she and Farley play. It’s so much fun to watch them chase each other. She walks home with us for more food and water, and then back to wherever she goes.
One morning, she was outside when I was leaving to take Farley on his morning walk. I took the dogs for a 90 minute hike behind the mountains where I live, between and beyond the two crosses and then back on the road that leads to the dam. They played the entire time, jumping in water and chasing each other up and down the hills. Everything was illuminated by the morning sun, and I could occasionally hear the bells of Guanajuato chiming in the distance. That was the day I fell in love with her.
Fernando and I have both been thinking that we would like to keep her, but we don’t have a yard, and our landlord won’t let us have two dogs. Maybe we’ll find a new place to live, one with a yard, but I don’t know… we’ve been looking for awhile, and nothing has turned up. One thing we plan on doing as soon as possible, is get her spayed before she starts producing litters, perpetuating the homeless dog population here which is difficult to see. We want to do this in the new few days.
So she’s here with us this weekend. Farley is limping along and happy to have a friend to roll around on the ground with. We’re keeping our curtains closed so nobody sees we’re harboring a beautiful lady who needs a little attention now, before things take a turn and she has to find scraps on the street for not only herself, but hungry babies.
I’ve named her Zoya, which is Ukrainian for Life.