I have been waiting a long time to share this non fiction account about a dog.... thanks Tony Lee for giving me the opportunity.... this really occurred high up in the Central andes of Peru about 9 years ago. It was our first multi country South American ride back when Elisa (rosa del desierto) was riding her Honda XR250 Tornado and I my Honda NX400 Falcon.

We were tired and very hungry but had arrived at a region with neither electricity, restaurants, stores or anything except small and very humble homes and a dirt tract.... I noticed a hand painted sign that simply read POLLO (chicken) so we pulled in and was greeted by an amiable Peruvian who welcomed us and inquired about our journey. We were all loaded up with full kit as we had been camping - bush camping most nights - after exchanging names and cordialities, I asked about the POLLO sign , and he asked "do you want a whole chicken"? "Si, Si that would be fine".

He motioned us to a small wooden table and we sat on two white plastic chairs and then he explained it would be awhile, but he could serve us a whole chicken.

Here is the part about the dog. He whistled, you know one of those two fingers in the mouth kind of whistles, and a little fox terrier came scrambling out of the house and stood at the feet of the Peruvian, and the Peruvian snapped his finger and pointed to an adjacent field.

Off ran the terrier and soon returned with a still wing flapping, loudly protesting chicken in his mouth. You guessed it the Peruvian wrung the chicken's neck and disappeared into the house where I am sure he deposited the dead chicken into a pot of boiling water and removed the feathers... then it was all slice and dice chicken asado.

We were amazed at the intelligence of the dog, and Elisa (the real intelligent one of the group) said I should ask the Peruvian "what if we wanted beef"? I asked when he returned with our Bar B Q (asado) chicken and he replied without missing a beat... that he had a bigger dog.....

Eat Drink and be friendly to all who park motorcycles in South America, it ain't easy..........

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