1950s: Popocatepetl – Soundless Dogma In The City

This true story came to my mind over the last few weeks as I have been visiting different doctors to diagnose my maladies:


The little white Chihuahua had fallen hitting her head causing an unknown malady. Consulting with the best medical minds, Mom made an appointment for that week. At the same time, she (not the dog) suffered from a singer’s node and could not speak. So, she carried around a tablet and a pen.

With the tiny dog in her arms, Mom entered the lobby of the psychiatric wing of the big hospital. There, she had to check in with a receptionist.

“What doctor do you have an appointment with?”

Mom scribbled his name.

“You know, you will have to leave the dog outside,” the receptionist exclaimed.

Her written reply: “But, the appointment is for the dog.”

Pause.