Showing posts with label La Paz Cross Marine Works. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Paz Cross Marine Works. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Saga of Bandito - The Tiny Puppy With a Huge Heart



Reporting from La Paz, Baja California Sur

The puppy had a frightening introduction to life. No more than two weeks old, his litter-mate was squashed on the highway and his mother ran off into the hills. The tiny puppy was abandoned next to the entrance of Marina Palmira, so he wisely ran away from the scary highway and into the compound where there were aromas of food and lots of kind people walking around. 


Will you help me??
The people didn’t seem to care that the puppy was dirty, skinny, and had patches of fur falling out of scabby spots. They petted him and gave him treats and, eventually, real puppy food. 

The puppy had a cheerful disposition in spite of his traumatic beginning. Truth be told, he was quite a scamp, and he immediately endeared himself to the people who lived in the marina. Some of the nice people took him to the veterinarian to get shots and special cream and shampoo for his skin.  

Soon his fur looked healthy (almost) and he even had a bit of a tummy. For a while the puppy lived a life of relative independence, sleeping where he wanted, trotting over to the restaurants, workers, and cruisers to beg, and poking his nose into the businesses that lined the marina. But he would never, ever leave the marina and go near the highway.



I'm staying right here!
The puppy especially liked to hang out at Cross Marine Works, because Kim Cross played with him and took care of him, Rob Cross let him play with his tools, and there were always people stopping by who would scratch his ears, hold him, and let him nip at their toes.

One night when it was cold, Kim found him shivering in the dirt behind the buildings, so she wrapped him in a towel and took him to her boat for the night. She was officially his temporary mom.

 After a couple of weeks the puppy had become a part of our marina community, and it was time to give him a name. Rob said the puppy was a little robber who was always sticking his nose into Rob’s tool bag and trying to carry off tools as big as himself. He tried out “Bandito” and the puppy looked right up at Rob, as if to say, “Yes sir, that’s me all right. I’m Bandito!”

Rob and Bandito
Kim and another nice lady contacted the Baja Dogs Society, and found a very nice home for Bandito. The adoptive parents wanted a dog to cuddle, and Bandito LOVED to play and cuddle. They also had a big house and a fenced in yard with lots of room and another dog for Bandito to play with. As soon as Bandito’s skin fungus was completely cured he would be allowed to go to his new, permanent home. Meanwhile, Bandito lived with Kim and Rob. He spent his days playing around their workshop and nights on their boat, where he had his own bed and bowls.

If this were a fairy tale there would be a wicked witch, but it’s a true story and witches don’t really exist, do they?

Way at the end of a dock there was a big motor yacht owned by a very rich lady. 




She rarely smiled, didn’t like to say hello, and she had a lot of big bodyguards (with guns, although they were hidden) making sure that nobody could hurt her or even talk to her. People said she had experienced great tragedy in her life, and her heart had turned to black ice. This lady decided she did not like seeing Bandito running around the marina, so she complained to the office and requested they send a dog catcher to capture Bandito and “throw him away”.

Luckily, the office told Kim. She immediately put Bandito on a leash and informed the office that Bandito was not a stray but had a real home waiting for him. Kim made sure Bandito was never off the leash. Even though he didn’t like it at first, he soon became used to it. 


It's better than being thrown away!

The leash was long enough for Bandito to sleep in Kim’s office, play in Rob’s workshop, and scamper around in the yard behind the shop. People stopped by during the day to play with him, take him for walks, and throw his squeaky toys for him. Life was happy for Bandito because Kim had saved his life.



Kim and Bandito
But one day things changed 100%, and not for the better. Kim and Rob came back from lunch and called for Bandito like they did every day, but he wasn’t there. His leash was still attached to the building, but Bandito and his collar were gone! Many of us searched everywhere for Bandito, Kim put out a general radio alert to the fleet, but Bandito was nowhere to be found. His leash had a strong clip on it, he would never, ever leave the marina, and so we knew he had been stolen. We were all heartsick and sad.

Kim was diligent and questioned everyone at the marina, and finally a clue materialized. Two people, reliable sources, had seen a truck drive into the marina just after Kim went to lunch and park next to Bandito. Then, a couple of people got out and unclipped him from his leash, tied him into the back of the truck, and drove away. And the witnesses said that the thieves looked like two of the rich lady’s bodyguards! 

Some people surmised that maybe they stole the dog to give it away or sell it. Some people feared that the rich lady ordered her guards to steal the dog and “throw it away” (or worse) as she had previously demanded. We were very concerned, and I cried that first night with worry as to what had become of Bandito. 

Kim made a sign – ROBADO/STOLEN!! – with a picture of Bandito and a description of the truck and people who had stolen him, and she posted it around the marina. She went down to the big yacht and spoke to one of the bodyguards, and he claimed to have no knowledge of the theft. Kim went to the marina office and asked them to inquire with the rich lady to see if her guards had taken the dog. Kim pursued it the next day as well, and was supported by the cruisers who owned pets. Many of them went to the office to express concern about the safety of their own pets.

Two days after Bandito disappeared Kim spoke to more of the guards and told them that Bandito had a contagious skin condition, he needed his medicine which only she had, and that she was going to report the theft to the police. Bandito was returned within an hour. The story the guards told was that they thought Bandito needed to be adopted and so they had taken him. Kim said “No, you stole him from off a leash when you knew I was gone! He has a home and I’m his adopted mom until he goes there.” 

Bandito went crazy with relief when he was returned to Kim. He was dusty, dirty and very thirsty, so wherever he was they hadn’t taken very good care of him. Kim wanted to take Bandito to her boat so she could give him a bath, and he was so excited to be back he wriggled underneath the gate before she could even open it, and he made a beeline straight for “his” boat. Kim lifted him up to help him into the boat and he leaped out of her arms, ran into the boat, and snuggled into his bed. Bandito was home at last.

Kim and Rob cleaned Bandito, fed him, and brought him to where we were all gathered watching a football game, and Bandito got a hero’s welcome. I called him and when he ran into my arms I cried again, this time for joy. It was time to celebrate. Also, Seattle had just miraculously beaten Green Bay, but everyone was so happy to see Bandito that even the Green Bay fans wanted to celebrate.
Time to celebrate! Is that why we're wearing near-identical outfits?
Bandito had another great week living at the marina, but eventually it was time for him to go to his new, permanent home, high on a hill overlooking La Paz. (Pretty deluxe, actually.) 

Wow! Check out Bandito's new neighborhood.
One afternoon Bandito got picked up by his new parents and Kim said goodbye to him, probably for the last time. She was sad to lose her little pal and adopted puppy, even though she always knew he would have to leave.

Bandito’s new family said they might change his name because their other doggie was named Bonita and they thought the dogs would get confused.
Maybe Bandito’s family will change his name, but to us he will always be Bandito, the little bandit who stole our hearts.

Bandito thanks everyone for helping him out.


The saga of Bandito has a happy ending, thanks to a doggie’s tenacity, positive attitude, and a person’s (and people’s) ability to see a big heart in a little package and lend a helping hand.

Unfortunately we see many strays in La Paz and there are several organizations dedicated to adopting them and trying to help them have better lives. You might recall that Tom spent a day last year donating his time at one of the animal rescue shelters: February 2014

We have met numerous cruisers who have rescued strays and found new homes for them or adopted them onto their boats. Most recently:

Jennifer and her boyfriend Lance found Enya thrown (literally) on the rocks near our Marina. Enya had cuts on her head, a swollen brain, was starving and covered with ticks. She was in doggy ICU for several days and we didn't know if she would make it.

Enya is still a bit skinny but getting healthier every day. She's very shy but if you give her a treat she'll sit in your lap. Jennifer is looking for a permanent home for this sweet, quiet little girl.
Gilligan is 3 months old, 2.5 pounds and was found abandoned and hiding under a car. Our friend Geno adopted him.


Epilogue - Let's just say it was a misunderstanding with the bodyguards and leave it at that. They are always nice when we say hi to them, but they are still bad-asses and I think Kim was pretty brave to confront them.


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

La Paz, aka La Pause and Velcro Bay


Tom and I have heard the jokes about cruisers referring to La Paz (The Peace) as a place that is difficult from which to leave, calling it Velcro Bay and Bungee Bay, hard to get unstuck and always getting pulled back. 


Tom, Gene (La Brisa), bartender Conchita, and Nick (Iolanthe), hangin' loose in La Paz

In addition to La Paz being a wonderful city where there is always something going on, turns out it's a great place to just hang out, fix things and do numerous boat repairs. There seems to be a plethora of repair shops and resources, not to mention numerous cruisers and ex-pats who know where and how to get stuff done. Here in Marina Palmira we have our boat managers Ross Marine Services, plus the fairly new La Paz Cruiser's Supply, Techs Mex, and finally Cross Marine Works, whose expertise has been invaluable to us. In La Paz a simple task like shopping or purchasing a part usually only takes 1/2 to 3/4 of a day, not the entire day as it does elsewhere. Heck, the other day I did a morning run to the pharmacy, left via shuttle at 9:00 and walked back to the boat by 11:00 a.m., a record! 

In the past few weeks we have entertained ourselves with a couple of days and nights of Carnaval...


La Paz Police Force gets ready to keep "la paz" at Carnaval


Juguete, Swan, Cinnabar and Victory enjoy the parade from Tailhunter's third floor patio.


...including nightly fireworks, parades, and persistently loud tuba music until 02:00 a.m. At about 02:05 the music would be drowned out by a cacophony of sirens which must have been the La Paz Police Force's way of saying "SHUT UP!!" The sirens continued until about 02:30. After a couple of nights of this we escaped to La Ventana for the remainder of Carnaval. 

The marina has a shuttle that will drop us off in town and I have been enjoying exploring the downtown with its little shops, markets and coffee houses, and then the walk back through the neighborhoods or along the Malecon.
Planter of recycled materials at DoceCuarenta, my favorite espresso bar.
La Paz is the capital of the state of Baja California Sur, and it feels like a capital compared to other places we have been in Baja. There are numerous resources, very few unhealthy stray animals, and even the sidewalks seem to be much better than other places we have been in Mexico. Even so, they are not perfect and we see a lot of this...
One of the nicer sidewalks (but unmarked, 3-level change!)
...and scratch our heads at this:
It was funny watching her trying to walk down that sidewalk.

We have enjoyed hanging out at Marina Palmira and meeting other cruisers who have chosen a liveaboard lifestyle. 


Sylvia, crew of Pac Cup's first all female doublehanded boat (2004), with Jeanne (sv Eagle), crew of Pac Cup's first all female fully-crewed boat (1994). 
I'm amazed at the number of cruisers who have pets on board. Most are small as you might imagine...
Gene and Ace from La Brisa
...but check out this pet owned by our dock neighbors aboard Victory!
Dawn and Odin the Great Dane
Last week a "Classic Northerly" blew threw and caused quite a bit of excitement in town. We had plenty of warning so that morning we re-secured the boat, pulled down the canvas, and battened down the hatches before heading down to Marina La Paz for the monthly swap meet. Waves were splashing over the Malecon, high winds carried sand and earth throughout the city, and several boats dragged anchors and drifted to shore. Down at Marina La Paz the patrons of the swap meet were entertained by one boat that came in, tried to dock, and was promptly blown into some other boats. 
Tom and others fend off with boat hooks, while others try to pull the boat to their dock.


Everybody jumped to help and eventually the boat was secured safely to its dock with little or no damage to it or other boats.

Over the past couple of weeks we have worked hard to get Cinnabar ready to cast off her lines in La Paz and head north. The Ross's helped us get some engine and genset parts down here via personal courier (other cruisers flying back from the U.S.) and Rob from Cross Marine Works helped us replace our engine injectors. 

Tom worked a couple of days replacing a failing part (exhaust elbow) on our diesel genset but was frustrated and baffled when he couldn't get it to fire up. Good fuel, clean air, strong starter, electrical engine cutoffs operational - yet the motor just would not start. Finally, he suspected some dust/crud had fallen down into the exhaust port around a valve seal, not allowing the exhaust valve to close, and thus causing insufficient compression; but he couldn't figure out how to easily fix it. Rob Cross, mechanic extraordinaire, arrived this morning with some magic "Engine Cleaner" spray. Tom's thinking "yeah, right - these miracle elixirs never work". After one spray into the intake manifold and a 5 minute wait, the motor jumped to life. "No Way!". The cleaner cleared the crud. Bravo!


Miracle worker Rob, tools of the trade, and his happy customer.

Our sails are on, dodger/bimini/solar panels installed, our neighbors on A-Train drove us to Chedraui Supermercado yesterday for a big provisioning run...

Who says you can't find what you need in Mexico?
...I've downloaded books from the e-library, and we hope to cast off Wednesday morning. It will be sad to bid adieu to some people whom we are just getting to know, but we look forward to getting to know some more folks better when we return to La Paz in May. Anyway, since our homes are boats who knows where we might run across these crazy cruisers again? 



"I thought it was an adventure, and in reality it was life."

Life is an adventure. 


More pictures from the past few weeks are HERE.