Lulu and the Costa Rican Experience

 

My thoughts of Lulu are many. She was a sweetheart and a smiler are most of my memories, but a specific memory is of the photo posted here. 

It is a polaroid that Sonia gave me of Lulu. When I lived abroad, in Costa Rica, I had it posted along with other shots of family and friends. Ticos that I met would see the picture and ask if it was my dog. It was kind of awkward. No. she wasn't. Then I'd go on to explain that she was kind of a crew sidekick. That she wasn't my dog, but she made me want a dog. 

It would get weirder, a bit quiet usually. Latino culture isn't big on dogs as friends. They're usually working animals, protectors, definitely not something you keep indoors, much less have as a pal. I decided that some things can't be explained, and Lulu is just that kind of dog -- really really amazing and special and it just doesn't make sense to people that don't know her. 

--Mackenzie Waller

 

Comments

[Irving Isler]

I had a Lulu.

His name was Sam. He wasn't my dog. He was part of our crew. He was one of the guys. We hung out almost every day. He ate my garbage.

I too have a picture of Sam. I miss him.