The dogs made their usual frenzied protest at his leaving. “This time he’s not coming back,” I told them just before opening the gate for them, even though I knew that all I had to do, really, was to think it. They were his dogs, but they were psychically attuned to my thoughts.
Their “tracking” brays grew fainter but more frenzied as they vanished behind hill after hill, and finally, when far away—an interrupted cry as a shot rang out. Then the yelping of one dog. Or was it two?
Was it fear or mourning for a master already forgiven that brought about the brief caesura that followed the gunshot and preceded the wailing––that trio of sounds that have reverberated, in sequence, down through my life since then.
For the DVerse Poet’s Pub, we are to write a flash fiction prose piece of no more than 144 words and to incorporate this line from a Robert Frost poem, “When far away an interrupted cry.”
Happy May Day!! No Maypoles in Mexico. Here it is celebrated as Labor Day which means no one works. Ha. I, however, will not use that as an excuse to shirk my duty. Here is a shot of Morrie and Diego enjoying the pleasures of the back yard. Diego sips from the biggest water dish in the world as Morrie seems to be in the act of sitting down, rather awkwardly, I might add. In the foreground, the last of the poinsettias, in the middle, a plumeria/frangipani tree in full bloom, cactus, various bougainvillea, Virginia creeper and palms. This is the view from my writing desk. Not my usual flower closeup..
And the jungle side of the view.
I always love Cee’s peonies. You can see one HERE.
A few days ago, I showed you some photos of our trip to the Herradura Tequila Distillery. Here are a few photos of the rest of Debbie and Jeff’s visit, including trips to our local Tiengas market, Tonala and Telaquepaque as well as to Jesus Lopez Vega’s art studio, Chac Lan Restaurant at Monte Coxala and Yolanda’s house!
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A visit to Yolanda’s house to see Oscar’s new dog.
And to the Brewhouse
for a little wining…
Then a musical welcome to Tlaquepaque.
Debbie and Judy earn their wings in Tlaquepaque (photo by Jeff)
A little more dining…
to the music of female mariachis
Lots of local color…
Then a return to Lake Chapala
and a trip to Monte Coxala (photo by Jeff)
for a drink at Chac Lan Restaurant,
to be serenaded by birds,
and to enjoy the remarkable artistry of every detail of the restaurant and grounds,
Then a trip to Jesus Lopez Vega’s studio
Jesus and Jeff.
and a visit to the local Pantheon where artisans were creating a wonderful domed crypt.
To find the graves I adopted four years ago have again reverted to nature after my absence for last year’s Day of the Dead cleanup. Time to hire some help to clean them up again.
Dogs following their masters, close upon their heels. Dogs waiting under tables, patiently, for meals. Dogs sitting at attention, or looking for their balls. Dogs patiently waiting for their masters’ calls. Dogs upon the sofa, singly or in pairs. Dogs listening for a certain car, on the carport stairs. Some dogs travel as luggage. Others stay at home. When masters get their leashes out, that’s when they get to roam. Sitting on the rooftop or waiting on the stairs, some dogs live as singles. Others roam in pairs. Strolling ‘round the pool or sunning at the beach, one dog or another is rarely out of reach. Some dogs simply have to finish what they start. First it’s just a little tug, but soon things fall apart. Then they get in trouble for what was meant as fun That’s why they look so innocent after they are done! Why were they given teeth at all If they weren’t meant to use them? It wasn’t their intention, when they started, to abuse them! Their collars and their leashes incite their excitation asharbingers of their favorite form of recreation. But other types of collars are labelled cones of shame. Hard for dogs to understand that they are not to blame. Dogs are made for leaping. Some even look like goats. Some roam the world au naturel whereas others wear coats. So many different types of dogs and different types of masters. But all agree their good points atone for their disasters.
My plumeria (frangipani) tree has stayed lush for so much longer than usual this year. I think it has actually bloomed twice, probably due to the early rains. Thought it deserved a post of its own, but the dogs photobombed at the last minute.
There is a commentary that goes with these photos. To see it and to enlarge them all, click on the first photo. The arrow on the right of the photo will take you to the next photo. Have fun! Morrie and I want to share our afternoon with you. He’s narrating.
She took at least fifty shots before she could get photos good enough to share.
Then she was so tuckered out that she decided to take a little rest in the hammock.
She enjoyed looking at the lawn Pasiano had just mowed that morning. I tried to help by nipping at his heels, but he got a bit testy, so I retired to my bed in the doggie domain.
She then saw Ganesha staring at her from across the way. He’s the patron of writers, which reminded her she had a book to read.
So she read a few lines before. . . .
I decided to join her! I’ve gotten real good at jumping up into the hammock, sometimes jumping up so fast that she lands on top of me as she’s getting in the hammock. Then it is an interesting tussle.
I’m pretty happy to have mom’s full attention
in spite of Diego’s best efforts to win them away from me. Once he tried to jump up with us, which created a lot of excitement.
For once, although he is twice my size, I have the upper hand. I taunt him with my smile!
Once we are settled, mom gives up trying to read and we have another look around.
We see a little sprout growing from the tarred area where the men cut off the big limb when they cut back the pistachio tree.
Some of the foliage is starting to come back
One of the limbs had a little decoration hanging from it, so they left just enough of it to support the wire it was hanging from. Mom kind of had a laugh at that.
We could see the birds and butterflies still alighting in the tabachine tree.
A cardinal perched on the top of a cactus for such a short time that Mom couldn’t focus fast enough, so she didn’t get a very good shot.
Same was true of the yellow bird she thought was an Oriole but later discovered was probably a yellow-breasted chat
But I got tired of watching birds I couldn’t get out of the hammock fast enough to chase, so I decided to get comfortable.
Mom had a massage today and I saw him rubbing her feet.
But she didn’t get the hint.
So I settled back to take it easty.
I’m trying to be a good influence for my Mom, who is entirely too wrapped up in that machine she taps day and night. Today was different. She had a date with me! Sorry Diego. I’d like to say it is your turn next, but I’m afraid this is one place where being the runt of the littler pays off!