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Meet Annie

Heeeeeere’s Annie!  Garbed in her new collar and i.d. tag. Today she learned not to be scared in a room with 5 people in it,  learned how to play with her sisters and brother, discovered she preferred cat food to the very expensive puppy food my vet sold me, discovered she liked chewing on the corners of rugs, and decided she is only secure when her new mom is in the room or in the yard with her. May create problems. Tomorrow I’ve hired her a babysitter. She’ll go stay with Yoli, Yolanda’s daughter, while I go to Brad’s for lunch and then to an art show at the new Riberas Art Center.

P.S. She looks big here, but she is really tiny. Less than 2 kilos. Here is a photo of her next to a 12 inch ruler. She prefers sleeping on the floor to sleeping in her cushy bed. Perhaps she smells Zoe on the cushion and wants her own?

Life and Death at the Beach

Life and Death at the Beach

With babies, every day is an education. This little story was acted out when we went to Tenacatita beach for the day. Down the beach, a tragedy was being enacted as a group worked to resuscitate a drowned man.  Seconds after I viewed this touching scene as two mothers deal with the interaction between their babies, we realized what was happening in the background and we went down to see if we could be of aid.  The oxygen I’d gone back to the house to get at the last minute before we left for the beach was of no aid to them, however, as though they worked diligently on the man and got his heart beating again, they never were able to get him to breathe on his own.  One tragedy, one story of new life.  This cycle is never more obvious than on the beach, but never before so graphically as depicted on this day. To see the happier story, you must click on the first photo.  All photos will enlarge and be presented as a slideshow, complete with words.

The prompt word today was baby.