Okay! After I came back from walking her, and during this walk, my love for Wufi has increased by 200%.
Let me explain...
I´m sick right now and she has stopped obeying me on walks recently. Could be because she senses my weakness, though I didn´t think she´d be the kind of dog to take advantage of something like that. Okay, so I woke up (at 3 o´clock) and was like: "Okay, right now I feel like I might be able to walk a few steps, so I better take her out quickly before I start feeling worse again."
So then I went outside with her, not wearing my glasses because I couldn´t be bothered to get them when I only wanted to go out for a few minutes. (I promised myself that I wouldn´t let her off the leash anyway, since she was being disobedient recently and I didn´t want to have to chase her in my condition.) When I was about to turn back though, I saw a dark, dog sized blob walking around in the distance. I thought it might be the one who attacked her, and it would be such a waste to miss the opportunity to make them friends. So I went in the direction of the other dog, but when I was about 50 meters away from him, it became apparent that it was a different dog. The other one had long fur with the tail carried low, this one had short fur with the tail happily sticking into the air. I thought that it might be a doberman with undocked tail, though I didn´t recall having seen one around here. Wufi started lifting her head and tail and getting a little too tense for my liking, so I had to give a little corrective tug of the leash. If that dog responded to her challenge, she was dead! Then, at two meters distance, I screamed "Pitbull!" and jumped into the air. (Except that I didn´t because of Wufi.) I was so overwhelmed with joy! It was such a beautiful dog. It was a tricolor Pitbull mix. The big type, not the fighting type. This beauty came over, head and tail held high, and started sniffing Wufi, who was now back to cowering down with her tail between her legs. I kind of got a bit scared, because if a dog of that size decided she was prey, there would be nothing I could do, especially since I was sick and exhausted from that "long" walk. " (I get tired from standing in front of the sink while brushing my teeth.) Luckily though, this doggy was a typical Pitbull, and was only interested in playing. The problem was that a dog that size might be able to hurt Wufi without even meaning to, (or is that just me overreacting because I´m not used to handling small dogs?) and if Wufi started screaming again, who knew how the dog would react! Gradually, the dog lost interest because she was just standing there, being rather stiff, and continued on his walk. Surprisingly, Wufi actually followed him!
And that was the start of a beautiful friendship... Seriously though, after allowing her to follow him for a while, I decided that it was time to go back. Again, surprisingly, the other dog followed Wufi, even though he had acted like he was bored of her. Then Wufi followed hime again, then he followed us again, etc. It was just too cute to go back home, so I went to the meadow that is right in front of our door. There, Wufi actually tried to play with him! I was like: "Oh well, she´s not going to just run away if she loves him so much..." and let her off the leash. It took her a few seconds to realize it, but then she started bouncing around him, inviting him to play. Then she ran a medium sized circle around us, and then... and then... and then it happened! She did a Bull Terrier move

! She spun around herself three times! Now, while Bull Terriers are the only breed that do this without exception, I know that there are also some individual dogs who like to do this... but I never would have expected it from a dog that looks like an Italian Greyhound! In case you don´t know what I´m talking about, this is what I mean:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1j5CXDC7QgI just
love Bull Terriers!!! It borders on obsession. You should see me when I see a Bull Terrier, I go as crazy as they are! They´re not exactly the most common dog to find in shelters though, so Wufi might be the closest thing to one of these
dream dogs that I am going to get. I absolutely refuse to buy a dog from a breeder and support worsening the dopg overpopulation problem.
I just have to convince my dad to stay here in Panama! Or at least let me take her with us to South Africa!
After that, she
did run off, I ended up
having to chase her.
Never again will I let you off leash, Wufi! Do you hear me!? The other dog followed too, though he wasn´t exactly running. After I finally caught up with her, I tried to grab her, but she slipped out of my grip. I called her, she came, then jumped back before I could put the leash back on. She repeated this a couple of times, until I finally managed to hold her. She was still wriggling around though, so I had to pick her up to put the leash on. When I picked her up, the Pitbull was all "Oh! Give give! Give me the treat!" and I learned a new lesson:
"When a bigger dog is around, either leave your small dog on the ground, or hold it up high enough that the big dog can´t reach, even when jumping." 
I gave him a little tap on the nose, combined with a firm "no", and he stopped.
Then a guy (I think it was one of the guards), who was standing a good distance away, called the dog. I think he thought that I was scared, since I was holding my dog in the air. The dog came to him, he patted it, then left (without dog). It just so happened that that was also the direction I had to go in order to go home. Then two more guys appeared and thought that I was scared of the dog, so they pinned him down. I don´t speak Spanish, and the people here don´t speak English, so I had no way of telling them that I wasn´t scared of the dog. When I walked past, they started telling me how friendly he was and that he would never harm anybody. In my head, I was like "
I know! I just came back from having my dog play with him. And stop forcing that poor dog to the ground! If he wants to get up, then let him get up already! I want to go home already!" Yes, I am a very polite person, but only as long as people do everything the way I want them to. Then he realized that I didn´t speak Spanish, and started talking English (well, kind of). I was like "Wow, finally someone who speaks English!" but I still couldn´t tell him that I wasn´t scared of the dog, because he just
kept talking, and talking, and talking...I didn´t even get to ask what the dog´s name was, although, now that I think about it, I really wish I knew. That way, if I ever saw him again, I could just call him and have him play with Wufi.