It takes getting use to....

Here's another  installment I'm going to try and do weekly or biweekly. There are many things different between Nicaragua and the United States, but these will be the ones that really jump out to me.

The first one is dogs. I can't stand them down here. As Americans we think of dogs as companions; loveable, cuddly, and with a personality. There's a reason we call them man's best friend back at home. That is not the typical dog in Nicaragua, and I have yet to see that dog here. For the most part the dogs you see on an everyday basis are flee ridden, living on the street, and skin and bones. You can't go a block with out not seeing one, and if you're going faster than a walk, be ready for some to chase you. Running in the morning has a new feeling to it, because you constantly have to keep your eyes open for the strays. That and always carry a big stick, to quote Teddy R. It's a bit of a hassle, but nothing wakes you up in the morning like hearing a dog barking, and assuming the defensive position: stick at ready, foot up, and uttering "Chee, Cheeeeee" through barred teeth. I'll be happy when I get my rabies shot next week. And next weeks installment will be a bit less harrowing.