After an hour long wait on the TELMEX line, I finally got an English-speaking techie, Fernando, who took me through a number of procedures that scored a success!!!  I’m now online with my Mac again.  Such a relief.  I am going to have to acknowledge that I am obsessed with blogging.  I don’t know if there is a recovery program for this or not, but it is really a pretty harmless vice that hurts no one but myself.

To celebrate, I’m posting pictures of the newest (temporary?) addition to my household.  I believe he’s just visiting, but my house sitter Stephanie, who couldn’t resist bringing him home from a local shelter a few weeks ago when I was still gone, adopted him for herself; but since she is a traveling lady who just disposed of all her worldly goods to travel unfettered, she is questioning the sanity of adopting a puppy and assures me that he is available if anyone wants to adopt him.  Can I resist?  What do you think?

I put the picture of Morrie and Diego in so you could have an approximation of his size.  I put the picture of Frida observing from my dome so you can see how relieved she is that Diego has an energetic puppy/dog to play with so he now leaves the old girl alone.  The puppy (the vet thinks he’s about 11 months old) actually wears Diego out like Diego once exhausted Frida, but both of them love their chasing games, running figure eights around all of my plant islands on the lawn below the house.

Just when I was trying to simplify, should I adopt a third dog? Perhaps if Diego had a companion I could take Frida with me to the beach.  Don’t know.  Stephanie, you opened a can of worms!  But oh, is he ever adorable and well-behaved, at least until my two teach him bad manners.  How cute it was to have three eager kids waiting at the gate to my garage when we got home from the airport. Am I turning into a dog lady? Am I turning into one of these social media people who tell you every detail of their lives?