I stand corrected.

I stand corrected in me saying that all is well with mi perra. I finally found my little dog last night, perro as I am calling him, and brought him back home with me. Thankfully the bleeding has stopped but he still has a problem breathing. So after feeding him, I walked the dogs down the street for a little evening stroll. I got back home and was changing when Maddie ran from the back door out to the street barking. Little perro followed her. Since you can't see anything from the back door I figured it must be some sort of farm animal that she could hear. She was barking as if it was threatening. So running after her and yelling for her to come back, I stepped around the wall and onto the street (it is about 80 feet from the back door to the street) that is when I say the hombre hitting Maddie with his machette. He may have hit her before, I was unsure since I couldn't see. I quickly grabbed her and started yelling at him, No Senior over and over at the top of my lungs, with anger in my voice. At this point I wasn't sure if I was going to hit him or what. All sorts of Spanish and English words were being thrown out, I was furious.

I have been very respectful to the Mexicans, and know their dislike (and quite honestly fear) of dogs. But hitting a dog that is barking with a machette is beyond understandable to me and all of my respect flew out the window. I spit. I cursed. I yelled at him, ¨does this make you more of a man, slicing a dog with your machette, afraid of a dog barking at you¨of course I didn't know how to say it in Spanish, but if I did I would have told him ¨next time you touch my dog, I will kill you¨. And I would mean it. After taking Madison back inside I realized I had blood all over my legs as he had hit her in her nozzle. I quickly grabbed my pepper spray from the car and was ready to do battle with this estupido hombre, but he was gone. But my little ¨perro¨was sitting at the gate growling and standing guard. He was watching out for me and Maddie. I realize that she should not have been barking at him, and that he may have thought she was going to bite him. I understand that, she can intimidate people. But I was also there yelling out her name, and Gabby the gal across the street was telling him, the dog won't bite you. And still he hit her, with a machette none the less.

He also cursed me and said something to the affect of hitting me. I dare him too. Mexico hardens you. Even though I was tough before, my spirit is even more so as the fight or flight has just left me with fight.

This morning I spoke to Gabby who apologized over and over and said she was sorry but he was a barracho (drunk). He was looking for her husband and she had told him to leave but he was drunk. I felt bad for her as she seemed to accept the blame.

And at the beach I met an American who may be famous (not sure but he looks familiar) and I told him my story and he said more than once he has told an hombre who has pulled a machette on his dogs that he too will kill him. He said I did the right thing. And his dogs are big black German Shepards, no small contenders.

Madison is ok today, just a little scared I think. But she seems to be in good spirits and thankfully isn't now afraid of any Mexican man she meets. That was my next fear, barking at every hombre she meets.

Pappa will be here soon (my friends boyfriend) and he loves Madison unconditionally. He won't let anyone touch her regardless of if they are wielding a cuchillo or not. So I know she will be well taken care of. In the meantime, if I find out where this man lives, I may have to leave a pile of dog crap on his doorstep every morning. Childless, but well worth it in my book. Why isn't the glorious CESEAR DOG EXTRADIONAR teaching people in his own country that beating a dog is no way to raise a dog.