Two margaritas, some shots of the bartender’s prized tequila, two veggie tacos, now time to make it back to my tent on the beach. The day was spent surfing the mild waves of Sayulita Mexico. My new best friend was a dog I named Paco who waited for me at the door of the bar and yes he liked that leftover veggie taco, there was no saving it for morning, he was insistent.
That night I found myself telling my life story to Paco. I know he knew what I was talking about, I could tell by the way he looked at me with his big brown eyes. Next morning he was gone, that afternoon I would find him sitting next to a couple giving them that look of understanding as they sipped on their margaritas talking to him and feeding him chips and guacamole. Had a good laugh.
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