Larry doesn't look capable of terror, does he? You'd be surprised. This dog was roundly abused and then dumped, scrawny and terrified, in Casa del Sol. Smart pup, he chummied up to the gringos whose liberal hearts opened up to him. He expressed his appreciation in unrelenting affection which could be interpreted as attack. Tyler took to never leaving the house without a broom to push him away. The neighbor wanted to poison him. We had him fixed, which in theory calms a man, but it only made him more nuts. Minor's friend, Farina, had him almost trained, but then like everyone else in Larry's life, she left.
One day, we were in Carrizal, a Sierra Zapotec village. We visited their trout farm and noted that they had no dog to guard it. We told them about Larry and that he was likely exactly what they were looking for. And that he was castrated which we thought was a good selling point. They said sure, bring him by. I'm sure they thought they'd never see us gringos again.
After another week of terror, Brian and I loaded Larry in the car and drove him to Carrizal. He threw up all over the car, which toned him down for when he met the villager. We drove straight to a stream to wash out the car. They seemed pleased and we think Larry lives happily ever after.
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