Cenizo Journal Winter 2019 | Page 23

cretin, who obviously had no idea who this dog would one day become. In his younger years, Brown Dog lived free from the boundary of a human home, coexisting with the people of the community he had found himself among. And he was a resourceful survivalist, going at it alone like a desert drifter for some ten years or more. As he grew older, he did finally, and no doubt somewhat begrudgingly, decide he could live with a human companion, a benevolent man who cared for him in his twilight. In the last year or two of his life, it is said that Brown Dog bit a man in the ghost town, but only because that man had it coming. It turned out that he had actually only bitten the wallet in the man’s back pocket, but a fuss was raised, and someone called the cops. Shortly after the alleged incident, Brown went into hiding and successfully evaded the authori- ties until the coast was clear, like a bandito from the days of old Terlingua. It was a sad day for many when he passed on, and there were even rumors that he would be buried in the ghost town cemetery, but he wasn’t. These days old Brown is still remembered in story, a few songs, and even in a film. The dogs around here are desert dogs, and that means more than you might know. Some may be more inherently suited to life in the desert like Brown Dog, but no matter what the breed, if they are going to survive out here it takes as much effort as any other animal, human, or plant. That is something that can’t be learned overnight, or even in a week’s time. Life in the desert can be harsh, and this land does not suffer the unprepared lightly. continued on page 24 Top: Brown Left: Sissy Cenizo First Quarter 2019 23