The Dogs of Charlotteville
Pat Ganase looks at two short films by Elspeth Duncan (published in the Trinidad and Tobago Newsday, November 24, 2025) For as long as I’ve been coming to Charlotteville – over 30 years now – there have been dogs in this village. We call them strays (even when they wore collars) pothongs or more caustically shithongs. Amazingly, they are never fierce. Even when we brought our own pup – Jet – on one of our first trips, he was not barked at, attacked or lured away. Around the Man-o-War Bay cottages, we feed them our scraps and bones. Most of the dogs that come around or sleep in the crawl space below the cottages are well-mannered and patient. They don’t need to speak for us to understand them. “We are here to welcome and look after you while you visit,” as they join us on the beach or the road. And in the casual way of vacations, we are friends for the while. In recent years, we see the same dogs, the ones we called Max, Toby...