We went out of the disco around 4 in the morning. Pochola´s home is not exactly in Palma, but in a complex close to Palma.We were in the car, going to Pochola´s house and suddenly, Pochola, which was driving, tells us to look to the side of the road, a dog was walking there. Let me paint a better picture of the situation. Around 4 in the morning, road lit only by the lights of cars, which at that time the only car out there was ours, in the middle of nowhere, had no houses nearby, only vegetation… and there Pochola saw a Yorkshire walking beside the road ... also, very smart puppy, not going on the road itself, but on the curb next to the white edge that borders the road.
So, we were at 100 kms. per hour, I´m not sure, but not less than 80 for sure. Once she told us to watch it, we had already passed it, so not all of us seen it. Pochola asked us what to do and we realize that the poor puppy would be quite far away from its owners and a road like that is not was exactly the safest place for a puppy that small, I don´t remember who said we pick him up, but of course, it wasn´t the case of stopping wherever we were, first because there was no space in which to stop, but also because we had already went far away from the dog and stopping there should meant to walk for a while, in the dark; but also, we were still on the highway in the middle of nowhere and at those hours you don´t know in which state a driver could be, and yes, at the time we were "hunting" the puppy, several cars passed at a considerable speed. So, we moved to the next roundabout to turn around to find the puppy.
We all were on the alert of looking for the puppy, and yes, we found it. Pochola stopped, but this time the puppy was at the other side of the road… so, we went to the next roundabout to turn around again.
We went back and met him again, we stopped a little behind him, Curro, who was co-pilot, opened the door and began calling ... and yes! The dog came up to us! He stared us and as Curro moved to try to catch him ... he ran to the opposite side of the road! :( We had to turn around again!
We returned and stop the car a bit behind the famous dog ... and this time we didn´t even open the door and the dog ran off, again, why not, to the opposite of us... okay, no problem, to turn around again! : /
This time, when we found him, the puppy was already at a roundabout. Curro went out of the car and went to try to catch him… but the puppy run away again! Pochola in the meantime parked the car, the rest of us, Sil, Topo and I, went out of the car as well, we asked Curro where the puppy had gone to, he showed us a side road that ran from the roundabout and ... there we were! At about 4.30 am, on a road in the middle of nowhere in Mallorca, after a day of many different activities, looking for a Yorkshire that we didn´t know where him came from or how he got there, Pochola enlightening the road with the car lights, we all calling the dog as best we could and according to what we learned in our lives how to call a dog. Pochola went alone on the road, leaving us searching the puppy in the darkness, but she returned soon and we all concluded that the puppy had vanished without trace!
Of course, the jokes started immediately we started the search, but the one that came with the “so… had you already heard about the legend of the phantom dog at the roads of Mallorca? That one that appears at the middle of the road so late at night, arousing the tenderness of the drivers and then takes them to a secondary road to…” hehehe yes! That one was me! :P
So, well, after a while looking for the puppy and calling him, we decided to go back home, a bit sad thinking the pour puppy won´t survive there alone.
The next morning was our last day in Mallorca. Topo was the first one leaving. We took the breakfast and went to Cris, who lives very close to the airport. We were coming into the complex… and… can you guess who was walking so happily at the main street of the complex!? Yes! The puppy! Alone again! We can´t believe it! So, we saw him, talk a bit about if this could be the same one, you see, he was very alike and Sil says this one has the same red collar that the other one had. This time I was the one telling Pochola to stop, I´ll go to pick him up while they go to Cris and they should call me latter on to pick me up. But well, you see, from the moment we saw him, talked about the possibilities of this one being the same of the last night, I told Pochola to stop and she found the place to, we had already moved some blocks from him; so, when I finally was at the place, the puppy wasn´t there already. Of course I had walked along the street to one way and to the other one, also at the surroundings, nothing. Pochola left Topo at the airport. Sil and Curro came with Cris to pick me up; we had looking for the puppy at several streets of the neighborhood, but nothing. But well, in case it was the same puppy that would be strange because the complex of Christ was at least 15 Kms. away from the place we saw him the last time and he was going to the opposite direction… but well, in case, at least we knew he was ok. :D
The funny thing ... when we 4 were walking down the road looking for the dog, I recorded it on video, because I felt that was the kind of surreal that when you tell about to another one, no one believe you ... and don´t ask me how ... I can´t find the video! :(
So, it´s now an official legend, the legend of the phantom dog of Mallorca, that appears to the drivers at the middle of the road, so late at night, arousing their tenderness, makes them to do several laps trying to catch him but every time they almost catch him, he runs away to finally disappear and at the next morning he appears back in a place you won´t ever think he could be, disappearing again if you try to catch him once more. Warning! Don´t try to record video of what happened! Be sure mysteriously you´ll lose it! XP XP XP XD XD XD
Note: of course the conclusion about the legend is absolutely joke, but the rest, including that I can´t find the video, is absolutely real.
(To be continued.)
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