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Guess What?

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Another lost doggie. This one found at entrance to Raquet Club, running around over the road in a pink dress. She is staying with me until I can find her owners. She is a sweetie. Wants to be held all the time.  Here she is when she was clothed:

A little pink and white dress with PARIS written on the back. I took it off so the other dogs wouldn’t make fun of her.  Kitty is yowling at her from the front sliding glass door,doggies yipping at the back. All want to meet her but I think I’ll wait a bit until they are more accustomed to each other. She just wants to sit on my lap. I gave her a packet of wet dogfood but she still seems hungry so I just gave her a few spoons of canned dogfood which she gobbled down in two bites. All three of my dogs watching and jealous. They run enmass from sliding glass door to sliding glass door as we move around the house.  Yes, I live in a glass house. More or less.

I’m calling her Pixie. Just for the interim. I know she has another name unknown to me. Hope if someone is looking for her that they see my notices in different local social sites.

 

This Way and That Way

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For the two hours that we were in the plaza of the French Bakery, this little dog went from table to table for a friendly visit.  When someone made the mistake of giving him a piece of bacon from their breakfast croissant, he became demanding, thrusting his head up into the lap of anyone still unfortunate enough to be eating.  He would run to the table of a rather crabby couple with a dog of their own, barking at the other dog, bringing frowns on the faces of its owners.  When I tried to call him away from them, they started frowning at me instead, thinking he belonged to me.

I couldn’t resist taking photos as he zigged here and there, trying to decide which way to go. When a new omelette or bacon croissant arrived at a table, it solved his dilemma and he came to semi-rest. Insistent and often vocal, he tracked the arrival of any food at any table.  One by one, as people got up from their tables, they came over to my table to ask if this was my dog. No, it belonged to someone in the neighborhood, I told them.  This is what the owner of the bakery had told me and I believed him, but I don’t think anyone really believed me.

 

 

or high steppin’

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For Cee’s Which Way Challenge.

The Dangers of Blogging

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I’ve been working sunup to late afternoon for the last four days setting up and running a booth that sells the wares of all of the participants of our wonderful Maestros del Arte show in Chapala.  The last two days were rainy and cold which necessitated two revampings of the booth and moving of all the goods.  The rain kept coming and the mud puddles got deeper. I was running from booth to booth and then back to ours and came home exhausted every night.  Tonight, therefore, I got home at 5, fed the dogs, warmed up a few leftovers, washed off my muddy feet and fell into bed.  It was freezing cold in my house with no central heating, so I set a little space heater on my night table and took turns warming my four sides of my body, fetched a heating pad to warm my hands, and socks to warm my feet. I fell asleep at 7 p.m. and woke up at 11 p.m.

Still, still night.  Went out to see the Super Moon, but it was too overcast to reveal even a glow to suggest where it might be.  Then the gloom opened up for a few seconds and  I ran in to get my camera, but by the time I located it, the sky had closed its window again. Read a few blogs, including Murdo Girl’s which had a video I turned on.  In it her three dogs were barking and barking.  Immediately, Morrie and Diego, who had been sleeping peacefully in the doggie domain,  went rushing out into the night to bark back at them outside the  sliding glass door to my bedroom.  Then all the neighborhood dogs began to bark back.  I brought my dogs in with the promise of a dog biscuit, locked them in their cages, and they are calm once again, but sixteen minutes later, the neighbor’s dog is still going crazy.  The dangers of blogging.