Today in Spanish class I asked: “How do I ask for the cookies that dogs eat?”
I had inquired about the location of dog bones and other pet food when I was in Soriana the other night, and the man, upon hearing my question, acted as if he had no idea what I was referring to. It turns out that dog biscuits are indeed called cookies. While there are bones, they are the actual bones filled with marrow.
My teacher asked why I needed dog bones. I don’t have a dog in Oaxaca, do I? I explained that there are often dogs in the classroom when we are in Tlacochahuaya. On Wednesday, Flaco 1 and Flaco 2 and Jerry came in to visit. Jerry was two of the students’ cousin’s dog. He needed cookies just as much as the two flacos.
Despite my petitions for the perros (dogs) to sit, the three enjoyed nearly an entire bag of cookies. Although I had originally sought out bones for the dog with some sort of a seizure disorder we usually see while we are in town, flaco with seizures was nowhere to be found.
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