hello again

I'm done with regular updates and am posting only when so moved.
Liberated from the obligation of a self-imposed deadline I've felt like taking pictures again. All that follow are from February.
Reggie says hello.


















Buddy continues to do well and Alice thinks he's swell, despite (or because of) his addled brain.
A study with green:














And with blue:


















Thanks to Lin & Mark for their efforts -especially the help with Twiggy's recuperation after hip surgery.














Therapeutic swims with Sean have helped; the repaired side is now the strong side and she is raring to play. She'll have the other hip done soon.














We had a brief but lovely visit with CSer Jenni.
The dogs took to her immediately and she took them on an unbelievable amount of walks! Sorry to see her go!














Little moppet Linda is cuter than ever.














































In Tribe news, Amber has been spayed and Lex has been neutered -the stitches are out and all is forgiven. The other 4 boys will be visiting the vet shortly.
A rousing game of chase Amber.














Steve McQueen is a handsome guy.














Archie and Steve.


















Steve and his brothers Mega and Pete disregarding the no dogs on the table rule.


















Zoot and Steve (that Steve is always where the camera is).














Mega!


















A few pics of Monkey, because she's so darned cute and funny.
Enjoying the life.














Monkey and I share a joke.














PuppyG and Monkey after a run.














Zoot, Monkey, Linda and Lex














Morning shift guard duty-
Archie, Lily, Osita, Monkey and PuppyG.














A happy group watch Sean take Maggie out for a swim.














Jack and Tito.


















Steve McQueen and Molly have an evening wrestle.

one cat to rule them

Even in a land of dogs a cat can be king.


















From our pack to yours, Happy New Year!

November evening

A few shots of Reggie, Mega and PuppyG:

crime wave

This summer brought the real word a little too close to home. There was a murder nearby; a tourist was killed and her body was found in the surf. That might not be news in most of Mexico, but here it is virtually unheard of.
the police tape is still on the beach:














Why not in my back yard, I guess. I don't imagine the publicity will help those with houses for sale. "Safe" and "idyllic" are a local realtor's most overused adjectives (although generally truer than "city water available").
We are acquainted with the grandmother of the murder suspect. We've watched her dogs Bosha & Linda in the past and have taken them in while she has gone to stay elsewhere with family. The more the hairier!
Linda and the tribe:














Bald when we met, now she's the victim of a ridiculous (but practical) haircut:














she looks just like Ziggy:














still cute:














Our not-so-little-anymore Xmul will be leaving us soon to live with her other mothers for 6 months. She's an irrepressible and exasperating girl...we'll miss her!
being goofy with Daisy:














covered in sand and coming to say hi:














Poor Buddy had a few seizures and suffered a relapse. He had visited the vet for a skin problem and haircut a few days earlier and she was amazed to see how well he was doing -despite the brain damage. He still seems happy and has begun to slowly regain what was lost. He hasn't given up, so we'll see how it goes.
Buddy strikes a pose:













Buddy on the move:

What's new for Fall?

Summer is shuffling off stage left and none to soon for me. The loss of Oscar & the saga with Buddy (hand feedings, sleepless nights and quarantine), coupled with a myriad of injuries and afflictions to both dogs and humans, have been exhausting...add insects, heat and humidity and I'm seriously ready for Fall.

Ball was all the rage this summer. Daisy is a big fan.













As are Monkey and Mo.













Reg is more of an observer, but Rufus loves ball!













Unfortunately, it hasn't all been fun and games. Buddy suffered brain damage from encephalitis. Now he's the anti-Zoolander, he always turns left. I'd love to call him Hansel, but he already responds to Buddy. He's enjoying life, despite its challenges.
His coat has grown in and he's soft as a plushie!













Through it all I'm lucky to have my faithful pals -my little band of loyalists, my shaggy entourage -the small, devoted, contingent of dogs that are my constant companions.
I move in a cloud like Pigpen, but of fur instead of filth (ok, some of it is filth). Reggie (nee Rumsfeld) is the most devoted.
There is no nap that can't be interrupted to follow me, a potent compliment!













He (like his 2 sisters) is a weird one.
He's the biggest dog here but he doesn't know it.
He thinks he's still a pup.













He's become a fixture on the small dog walk.
Reg & Tito.













He loves to dote on the other dogs; he keeps everyone's ears and faces clean.
Reg & Jack

















Sometimes I get mad at him; he is often in my way and he's a damn menace on the stairs, but I love my Reggie.
Of course he loves puppies.

















Yes, new faces! This tribe of 6 was under a bush on our little road; don't know if they were raised or dumped there. They're here now, all else is moot.
As you might well imagine, I hate puppies, can't stand the adorable little things ...what with all that joy and enthusiasm.
5 are boys -I've never been so happy to see 5 little wieners!
l-r: Zoot, Petey, Amber, Lex, Mega and Steve McQueen













Daisy isn't mom.













Steve McQueen and Lex.













Here comes Petey!













Amber, the only girl.

















All hail Zoot!

















We've tried out Hank and Po, but I think we're going with Lex.

















Xmul doesn't care what we call them. She couldn't be happier.













Poor Xmulie -we thought she must have gotten bitten or stung by something, because she had a lump. We treated that, but it rapidly got much worse. The vet directed us to take a sample (with a syringe) and it turned out to be pus -that meant an infection. It was too late in the day to take her to the vet, so we had to drain it ourselves. Yoy. We drained about a liter of goo out of her! That was a new experience for us!
You can see the drainage incision on her chest

















A course of antibiotics and a daily flushing for a week and she's fine.













For most of us though, it's been the same old same old.
Posey, Mo and Bette under the neem tree.

















Linda (more on her next post) and Monkey seize the evening.