The Grenadian Pothound Lifestyle

Written by: INGA EMMA

 

I came back to Grenada alone. Well, except for the contents of the XL dog crates that arrived with me. It had been some years since I had left the island “for good” as a bright-eyed, third year veterinary student, off to start my clinical year in Texas. I left with a large, black, hairy beast whose plane ticket off the island cost more than mine. I came back to the island with that same beast in tow, along with a slightly smaller and decidedly less hairy friend I’d found to accompany him. My “boys” and I arrived back at Maurice Bishop Airport mid-month, tired from a long day of travel, and anxious for the next stage of the journey. For me, that meant the nearest bar serving cold beer. For them, that meant somewhere to pee. But first, an obstacle: Customs.

I had come prepared. I am a veterinarian after all, and this was not my first international trip with a dog. I had all of their papers and health certificates from puppyhood to present. The Grenadian dog still had his Grenadian papers – he was coming home. Nevertheless, I dreaded this interaction, especially the inevitable question of “how much” were the dogs worth to me.

Spike the guard dog

Most of you dog lovers would probably say, They’re priceless!  Though unfortunately, this may not be the wisest thing to say to the folks that work at Customs, as they are seldom dog lovers, but frequently lovers of American dollars. I produced the papers and stated that for all intents and purposes, they had no value to anyone but me, being neutered, mixed-breed dogs. No dice. Three hundred dollars later, the dogs got their pee, and I got my beer.

Dogs have a strange place in society on my rock. They are respected, feared, hated, and loved to varying degrees. They are most commonly found as untrained, yet highly effective, guard dogs. The bigger the dog, the more valuable they’re rated as a burglar deterrent. The three hundred dollar charge was therefore based on the size of the animals I brought with me. As a point of interest, this charge fluctuates enormously. You could get away with a twenty dollar fee for the importation of a house-cat, but dogs will usually be quite a bit more.

In my first term as a veterinary student in Grenada, a few of us volunteered at the GSPCA on Saturday mornings. This was an experience in itself, as we didn’t have cars at that time so the trip involved hailing a local bus. Affectionately called “Rasta buses”, they do actually run specific routes, but no two look alike. They are commonly 16 person vans and besides the rectangular sticker on the upper left corner of the windshield stating the areas they serve, they could just as easily be private vehicles. Some common ground does exist – they often have some sage statement stickered on the rear window. This can range from “Jah bless” to “Haters gonna hate” to the more perplexing “White explosion”. The other thing they have in common is the absolute refusal to believe in a maximum number of occupants, or that any driving law could possibly apply to them.

Within that first term of volunteering, I fell in love. He was a 6 month old pothound that resembled a fawn or perhaps a Chihuahua on stilts. Skeeter was my first dog that wasn’t a family dog. He was all mine. A few words on the definition of “pothound”. This is a recognized description of a dog breed in Grenada. It doesn’t have anything to do with anything you might smoke. Instead, it can be said that a pothound is the animal that comes running when you start banging pots together in the hopes of getting a meal. The other, perhaps more accurate, definition is an animal derived from mixing all the dog breeds in a melting pot. They are generally 35-50 lbs., short haired, and usually brown. They can also be black, white, tri-coloured, brindle, etc. Skeeter most closely resembles a shrunken Pharaoh hound. Of the three dogs that are in the family at the moment, he is the most frequently remarked upon, although this might be because he now lives in Canada and looks unlike most of the dogs there.

Skeeter the strange

Skeeter the strange

When I moved from the residence to an apartment, my landlords had 5 dogs. All pothounds that presented a formidable front to any strangers that ventured up the road to the house. They roamed loose, coming home for meals and to catch up on sleep. Otherwise, they had their own lives: no collars, no fence, no problem. I did manage to convince my landlady to have the one and only bitch spayed to prevent any more unwanted litters, but the boys remained intact and were free to go about their business. Skeeter was equal parts delighted with the pack and fearful of it. He was definitely the most timid of the bunch (as well as the most ridiculous looking!).

I am happy to have moved on from those days; two canine greeters are easier to handle compared to having six bowl you over daily. I couldn’t imagine living on the island without a dog; they’ve been my hiking partners, swim buddies, and home alarm system/personal protectors all in one.

Dogs can be found in a lot of households in Grenada, and as the years have gone on, I have noticed more of them being collared, more being walked on leashes, and more behind fences rather than roaming free. There are still pothounds to be seen merrily trotting by, but it does seem that in the south at least, dog owners are taking ownership of their canines.

Harley  #thelife

Harley #thelife

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About Inga Emma

Inga has lived on Grenada for a few years now and has reached that elusive level where her hairdresser tells her that she sounds like a West Indian who is trying not to sound like a West Indian! She spends a lot of time waiting patiently for goats to clear the roads that she drives on and yelling at potholes that threaten to swallow her Suzuki whole. She came to Grenada the first time to follow her dream of becoming a veterinarian and has since returned to help others reach that same goal. She is lucky to teach those that are so passionate about becoming veterinarians that they also decided to become rock dwellers for a few years.

When she’s not teaching, she finds time for sport. This might be the sport of cycling through speeding rasta buses, whilst simultaneously avoiding pedestrians, the aforementioned goats, potholes, and the occasional tourist. Other sports include swimming, running, and sailing. If she’s feeling particularly adventurous, she joins the Grenada Hash House Harriers for a traipse through some of the more inaccessible parts of the island. This group of people might be the craziest she has found, whose love of running is only eclipsed by their love of beer. On that note, it might be time for a cold Stag…

CURRENT ROCK OF RESIDENCE: Grenada

ISLAND GIRL SINCE: 2010

ORIGINALLY HAILS FROM: Toronto, Canada

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6 thoughts on “The Grenadian Pothound Lifestyle

  1. Inga, perfectly said! I, also have 2 big pothounds…and many more over the years of being on the rock called Grenada. My dogs also are priceless!They are blessed to have Bathway beach as their front yard.Grenada’s pothounds and “more” animals all thank-you for returning.

  2. So good hearing from you! Can not wait to return to our rock. Sorry we missed you in the States. Have been traveling all over.
    My goal…to get my own Pothound. One day, while on a walk with John, he met some student partiers, lovely young ladies, and after 3 years, never returned. Have searched with no luck.
    He was NOT a leashed boy.
    See you in October! Keep writing!

  3. Good story, in the Bahamas the precious ‘ones’ are called ‘potcakes’ from the national dish peas and rice. After it is cooked a cake is formed at the bottom of the pot of all the seasonings that the kids prefer to eat. They raom free as well and there is a new effort to spade as many as possible. Funny that my step father is nick named Skeeter,as well. There is also a chapter of Hash Harriers in Nassau that a lot of my friends are members of.

  4. Great piece Inga, and totally spot on, in every aspect. I have two hounds with me here on my rock, St Lucia. Obtained from the local vet, and from the same litter but one is barely 40lbs, whilst the other is close to 120lbs and stands about 4ft on the ground or over 5ft on his hind legs. The big dog is much revered by locals, and passing children/teens refer to him as the ‘man-eating dog’ or the ‘horse-dog’. True island dogs, they have zero tolerance for any strangers who dare to pass too close to our gate, other dogs, but most especially passing cats. Thankfully the property is fully fenced. I could not imagine island life without them. 🙂

  5. I really enjoyed reading this!! I went to Ross and have two “Coconut retrievers” from St Kitts! They’re my babies – yours are adorable. I’m finishing up my clinical year in OK and heading back for a 2 week vaca in September!! It’s also fun to hear about the different island stories!! They are all so unique 🙂

  6. Great Story! our youngest son and his wife brought a 3 legged pot back after Med school. “Nikita” is the sweetest dog and a real hit at the local nursing homes! She is tri color and only about 25 pounds. Her language skills are amazing!

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