Here is another story of the pueblo. (If you haven’t heard the others, they are HERE and HERE.)
The Martyr Dog
There was a pothole in the road that because of neglect got larger and deeper every year until it had swallowed most of the road, leaving only a space on one side large enough for one car to pass. People in the pueblo said it was dangerous, and everyone said that it needed to be fixed, but as is often the way, everyone waited for someone else to do the task and no one ever did anything about it. Then one day, a little boy fell into the hole and was unable to climb out of it. He was thrashing about, but could not swim. By then the hole was too deep to climb out of and there was no one close to hear his cries. But there was a stray dog in the neighborhood who did hear his cries and although even if he had jumped into the hole to save him, the sides were so steep and straight that he would not have been able to carry him out, so he went up and down the street barking and barking until at last a man came to see what the problem was and pulled the child from the hole.
What happened then was very strange, but it must be true because many people have told the story which has been passed down over the years, reporting that once the dog saw that the boy had been saved, he ran through the town directly to another hole even deeper with straighter sides and when he reached it, he jumped in and drowned. And people all say it was as though the dog had made a promise to the gods that if they spared the boy, that it would sacrifice itself in his stead. And to this day, if a dog wanders into a church during a service, no one ushers it out or makes any fuss. I have witnessed this myself on two occasions. In one case the dog even walked up onto the stage where the priests were standing and no one took notice. It is my idea that the story of the martyr dog has something to do with the fact that both the priests and the people accept the rightful presence of even dogs in the church. No one has told me this. It is my addition to the story that no doubt others have added to, as well, over the years.

It’s the same with cats in Istanbul. No one objects to their presence even in posh restaurants. Animals are amazing
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A story with a moral
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Mexico loves a good superstition. More to come.
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Interesting story/myth. Have you heard one about the little chapels with baby shoes in them?
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No. Tell me.
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I’m working on a post about it and will link to your post.
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Interesting story.
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Lisa, here is the retablo your story remind me of in terms of people leaving items of clothing as offering to the saints and holy family: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2022/04/07/our-lady-of-notions-art-challenge-3/
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Just went to look at it. Just marvelous, Judy.
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I don’t know how many more of these stories you have, Judy, but they deserve to be collected in a book.
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Perhaps… after I get the ones I’m presently trying to get in print completed.. It would be fun to interview people to hear the stories.
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