Sunday, October 28, 2007

The Sandlot and Others

Everyone has seen the movie Sandlot. If you haven´t, I don´t want you reading this blog again until you do. Well, the sandlot is not only just a yard housig the meanest dog known to man "the beast" created by holywood. The sandlot is real. We live a few houses down from it. There is a house down the street from us, painted a pale pink it hideous lookinhg. The yard looks no better than the house, barren would be an appropriate description. In the yard however, lives the beast, a terrifying mix of boxer and something else that has yet to not scare the hell out of john and I everytime we walk by. The problem is we shouldnt be scared. There is a giant metal fence between us and him, and everytime we jump away from the fence as we see him charging toward us all the old Brazilian men hanging around laugh at us which leads me to think this animal is basically harmless. But for all of you that come to visit, we´ll take you to the Sandlot and see if you get scared. Please fake it if you dont just to make john and I feel better. We´ve come to learn that A brazilian security system doesn´t consist of an alarm or a phone call to the police. The security here comes in the form of giant, loud, menacing looking dogs. This is a fact that we are going to have to get used to. The funy thing is there are about 11 thousand starys on the island which is a lot. But they are all much friendlier as far as we can tell then the house dogs. We actually know a guy who owns a pitbull that looks more like a tiger than a dog if you ask us. We think he has it for protection, and based on how it looks alone I would never think of messing with its owner. The first time John and I talked to this guy while his dog was around I was lucky enough to be holding a hamburger. Not the best of ideas. The dog turned out to be reasonably friendly though, aside from its razor sharp teeth, orange striped coat, and a body full of muscle. Ill post a picture of him later if I can and you´ll see why you could probably call this dog Sher Kahn (read the Jungle book). I´m on my way out tho, probably going to the beach. The next bog will probably have something to do with my first time surfing, and finally understanding why surfers say its like being in a washer machine when you fall or your board.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Jesus Christ guys. I can't believe you actually did this. Well, at least John's there, so your chance of survival just went up by a good 17%, which means you're up to about 20%. Good luck with that.

And by the way, about the dog problem, here's your solution: I'm sure that there has to be some teenage street gang there (like the canis). Just catch one of those little bastards and toss him over the fence everytime you walk by. It'll be protection and entertainment all rolled into one.

Anyways, hope all is well. Viva el sueno.

pateo said...

Tatum, you are one sick kid, but also one very funny kid. My favorite part was when you suggested feeding a child to the dogs for protection and entertainment....seriously hilarious. Just curious, is there a teenage street gang in Nashville Tatum?

Anonymous said...

Well, I've been here for about four and a half months now. So after being here for that long, No. There is no teenage street gang in nashville, not any longer at least.