“I’m not moving.” she is saying, “I’m coming with you.” You can tell from her body language and the fact she’s climbed into the car, that there is no way we are leaving her behind. She has followed us after we see her in town.
Teresa ends up with Malta on her lap on the way home – we have to drag her out of the foot well as the seats won’t go back with her sitting there.
Pancho tells us that the dogs in San Pedro are all well looked after and have multiple homes. Teresa’s theory is that the dogs run the town. We laugh that they all arrange to meet each day at a certain spot, to hang out, to eat, to guard their particular shop, to drink from the water trough, to sleep in the sun. Malta trots down the road everyday to do this: it’s a good 10 minute walk.
On another evening, when we are walking into town to have our evening meal, one of the guys from the house rides past on his bike.
“Evening ladies!”
Looking more closely we see Malta and another dog trotting along behind him. I think Teresa’s idea is right – the dogs are in charge here.
Journeys with my pencil 