The world according to me....

Along the way I have met different dogs. Here is a story about one of them.

Lulu was a full-bred husky from Alaska that I inherited from my sister Cornelia. Yes, Lulu was struck by a car when she was less than a year old, and she lost use of her front right leg. This slowed her down only in cornering at high speeds. True to form, she loved cold weather (the more bitter, the better), but she did come to St. Croix in the US Virgin Islands for a few months while I worked on leatherback nests at Sandy Point beach. For logistic reasons, she wasn't allowed on the nesting beach, but she did enjoy swimming and romping about the shoreline near the house. And she loved to run away. Normally, she would stay within viewing distance and eventually return once my voice went hoarse from calling for her. But once she took off with no intention of returning, and I had to chase her down to the beachside restaurant not too far from Fredericksted. I knew she was in there because I heard all sorts of commotion coming from inside the kitchen, and someone shouting “Get that hound out of here!” With dread I entered, and found Lulu being chased by the knife-wielding cook around the perimeter of the kitchen. I have no memory about what was exchanged between me and the chef but from then on I never let Lulu off her lead.