dead dog dirt

It started out like any normal morning. From the microbus stop at the entrance of Nejapa (the neighborhood where our office is), Andrea and I have a 20 minute walk to the office. Right at the entrance is a cemetery. But as we passed the cemetery that morning, there was something different. On the side of the road was a bloated dead dog, gathering flies and creating one of the nastiest odors imaginable. Now, I have seen plenty of dead animals here in the middle of the highway--frogs, birds, cats, dogs, but never in a neighborhood, and never right outside a cemetery. "Why is it there and not being buried by someone?" Andrea and I wondered. The saga continued the next day when the dog was half covered by a box--and then yesterday someone decided to cover it with dirt. Not move it or bury it, but cover it with dirt. Dirt that is now being invaded by maggots. (Oops, was that too much information?)