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<title>Call Me Poncho</title>
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<h1>CALL ME PONCHO</h1>
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<h3>Every day thousands of undocumented animals enter the United States. This is one dog's story.</h3><br>
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<em>By Poncho McLain</em><br>
<em>Translated Adam McLain</em><br>
<em>Edited Mary MacCormack</em>
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<p><img src="laying_down.JPG" alt="Yellow dog with chain around his neck laying on concrete and staring off into the distance"/></p>
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<p>I was born in the crook of a granite boulder, a few miles south of the city of Cuenca high in the mountains of Ecuador.</p>
<p>My mother named me Juan Alberto Dominguez Garcia Diaz Rodrigo. She weaned me early and I never knew my father.</p>
<p>Alone and aware of my stature, I hid under the mountain brush and in the shadows. I ate grass and drank from the afternoon showers.</p>
<p>One evening I was caught in a torrential downpour. I was terrified. Soaking wet, I walked in the dark, shivering, searching for a place to hide from the rain.</p>
<p>I met a pack of hairless animals that lived in above ground burrows. They took me in and fed me more food than I've ever had in my life.</p>
<p>I was gaunt; my coat was flea ridden and matted. I was brought to a medicine man who took off all my hair, wetted me in a small waterfall, and poked me with shiny sticks.</p>
<p>They put a vine around my neck and tried to pull me down a path. Eventually they just picked me up and carried me.</p>
<p>Soon, I was in the belly of a large eagle. We spent a lot of time there. The eagle made my new pack leader kinda grumpy, but I just slept<a href="#fn:1" id="fnref:1">1</a>.</p>
<p>While walking to a different eagle I met an army dog who wore this totally bad ass black tactical vest made with rip-stop nylon.</p>
<p>Very early in the morning we arrived at "The United States".</p>
<p>There is a lot I like about my new life here. My pack leader got me a bed and some dolls to play with, and he gives me a lot of food. It's way better than grass and I don't have to do anything to get it.</p>
<p>He squeezes me and smacks his lips on my head.</p>
<p>We go out to meet other dogs and when I take a dump he likes to pick it up and carry it back to our burrow. If I ever try to watch him take a dump he pushes me away and hides it<a href="#fn:2" id="fnref:2">2</a>.</p>
<p>I thought I would die during the rain storm but instead it brought me to a new life full of warmth, love, and happiness.</p>
<p>I am Poncho.</p>
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<p><br>
About the Author:<br>
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<img src="mountain1.JPG" alt="Yellow dog sitting on his hindquarters staring off to a beautiful mountain scape with blue skies, white clouds, and green trees."/><br>
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Poncho McLain is a nine month old dog. In 2016 he immigrated to the US from Ecuador where he currently lives with his owner Adam McLain. He enjoys food, walks, getting petted, and naps.</p>
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<img src="plane1.JPG" alt="Dog in dog carrier sleeping under the seat of an airplane"/><br>Sleeping. <a href="#fnref:1" title="return to article" class="reversefootnote"> ↩</a>
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<img src="first_poop.JPG" alt="Beach scene with human hand holding a pink plastic bag filled with dog poop"/><br>First poop on US soil. <a href="#fnref:2" title="return to article" class="reversefootnote"> ↩</a>
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