(and no, they were not for the dog… I think).
Ahhhh, friends… Am I surprised? PO-SI-BLE-BLE-MEN-TE NO! 😂 At this point in the movie – and after hundreds, thousands of doggy and human guests at Mas Torrencito – few things leave me with my mouth open… but there’s always someone who makes you crack a crooked little smile as you think, «This only happens to me.»
Today’s story begins like many others: a room, a hasty exit, and a forgotten object. Well, objects, plural: a riding crop, some handcuffs and, attention, a bag that didn’t seem to be carrying cookies for the dog… 🤐
I’m not one to look at what I don’t care about -although I admit that curiosity gets the better of me than dieting at Christmas- but when you open the door and see that pack… well boy, one thing leads to another, and your mind goes off on its own to a movie that clearly isn’t Disney.
And of course, the funny thing about this is that she was one of those customers who are serious, the kind that don’t smile much and make comments like: «I don’t know what to say:
«My little dog only plays with me, I don’t want him to hang out with other dogs.»
Sure, honey… and neither do you, huh? 😏
It is the same one that comes two, three, even four times a year (round trip-…. round trip…). From Switzerland to the Canary Islands… from Canarionas to Switzerland …… By car. With his dog! 🚗🐶 Crossing half of Europe so that the doggie can step on black sand and you can breathe warm air. Admirable. Truly admirable. What I don’t understand is why, after that 4,000 kilometers journey, you arrive at the first petfriendly rural house that admits people and… YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE OTHER DOGS! 😳
In other words, you bring your furry friend to doggy paradise… but you’d rather there were no more furries. Only you. And him. And no one else. As if Mas Torrencito were a sort of Fifty Shades of Fido.
And the funny thing is that he always repeats. Always. And always the same. She comes, stays, enjoys… and makes it clear with her eyes that she would prefer to be the only inhabitant of paradise (her and her beloved dog, of course). Her partner, by the way, doesn’t say anything either. She limits herself to being. To exist. Sometimes I suspect that the handcuffs were for him… 😬
And I, who already see it coming, when I know they are coming I pray to Saint Lazarus of the Lost Collars so that we don’t have too much «doggy atmosphere» that weekend, not because of me… because of his face. That face of «oh, how upset I am going to be if a Chihuahua dares to stare at me…».
But hey, to Caesar what is Caesar’s: they never complain, never give bad reviews and pay religiously. Of course, the whip and handcuffs have been left on them several times already. Once again, in the same room, behind the door. Could it be that they want to leave a mark? Could it be a subliminal message? Or is it simply that there are weekends that leave their mark… even if not on the lawn? even if it’s not on the lawn? 🌱🐾
Anyway…
Mas Torrencito: the place where dogs run free… and so do anecdotes.
Where you can come with wellies, riding crop or simply with your soul open… but be prepared to meet more than one dog, and more than one story! 😉
From MasTorrencito we wish you a good day and may your dogs be with you!!!!
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