This is Belize: When is a dog not a dog?

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Rodney and Miss Pearl told the parrot story at Coco Loco's earlier this week.
Rodney and Miss Pearl told the parrot story at Coco Loco’s earlier this week.

My friends Rodney and Wayo were enjoying a quiet night at Wayo’s eponymously named beach bar in the Boca del Rio neighborhood of San Pedro, Belize. Typical off-season night. Nobody else around.

Except for Rodney’s little dog, Miss Pearl.

Miss Pearl is like an appendage to Rodney, himself a burly good old boy from Texas. If Miss Pearl isn’t sitting quietly at his feet, the Jack Russell Terrier is perched contentedly on his shoulder. Where Rodney goes, Miss Pearl goes.

“I think we should go club hopping,” mused Wayo, while closing up his bar.

So Rodney, Wayo and Miss Pearl piled into Rodney’s golf cart and headed into town.

Naturally, after stops like the Latino Club, they ended up at the biggest nightclub in town, Jaguar’s across from Central Park.

But before they could enter through the giant fanged jaws that lead to the pumping beats and crowded dance floor, a Jaws-sized policeman stepped between them and the entrance.

A very large policeman, with an all- business look on his face.

Miss Pearl sort of fits in anywhere.
Miss Pearl sort of fits in anywhere.

“Excuse me, sir. You can not take that dog into the nightclub. Dogs are not allowed.”

Rodney wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to just leave Wayo without a ride and he wasn’t about to leave Miss Pearl outside in the golf cart.

While Rodney mulled his options, Wayo picked up Miss Pearl and put her on Rodney’s shoulder.

Then he sauntered up to the policeman, a mismatch in size for sure. Wayo raised his hand high and poked the policeman in the chest. “That’s no dog,” he said. “That’s a parrot.”

Silence.

The policeman looked at Wayo. He looked at Miss Pearl on Rodney’s shoulder.

“OK, then. It is a parrot,” said the policeman as he stepped aside, still not smiling.

“Have a nice night.”

This is Belize.

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Editor’s note: “This is Belize” is an occasional series within the “Bound for Belize” blog. It highlights the sometimes goofy, quirky, strange, frustrating, bewildering, heartwarming or sweet things that happen to us and which put a light on the Belizean outlook and spirit.
The title comes from a 20-year resident of Belize and long-time friend, Steve Thompson. When things happen here that are beyond Steve’s control or comprehension, he simply sighs and utters, mantra like, “This is Belize.” And he finds acceptance within, while warding off cynicism.
If you have experiences/stories that might leave you whispering “This is Belize,” send them to me so we can share! My e-mail is robertj.hawkins2012@gmail.com.)
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5 thoughts on “This is Belize: When is a dog not a dog?

    Dan said:
    September 29, 2015 at 1:28 pm

    Sounds just like Wayo! We always stop by to visit when we’re on the island. We’ll be there sometime in early November to see him, Trevor, Archie, and Ruby again. Perhaps we’ll meet you there too Robert.

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      robertjhawkins1 responded:
      September 29, 2015 at 1:57 pm

      Looking forward to it, Dan! I’ll be here.

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        Dan said:
        September 29, 2015 at 3:56 pm

        Not sure what day we’ll be in San Pedro for a day trip; we’re in Caye Caulker from 3-9 Nov, then onto Corozal until 13 Nov, but we will take a day trip over. We ALWAYS go by Wayos to see him in the afternoon. Perhaps we can email you our ad hoc itinerary for that day trip Robert. Also sending a FB “friend” request for consideration. Cheers! Dan and Sonja Jamison

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    Bill Graham said:
    September 29, 2015 at 5:05 pm

    Great story Robert. That’s Belize. I find myself saying from time to time “it is what it is”.

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    Susan said:
    September 30, 2015 at 8:11 am

    As a bonafide dog person, I love this story! Good cop, good dog!

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