Showing posts with label Rufus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rufus. Show all posts

Friday, October 15, 2021

entropee

I'll tell you friend, the last couple of years have been more difficult than I'm comfortable admitting. The shit and sadness have weighed me down.



 

 

 

 

 

We can't afford to be sick at the same time, or for a long time, so Covid has added a new layer to our isolation. At my strongest it's all I can do to battle the kangaroo-sized dust bunnies and keep the yard relatively feces free. A global pandemic is the latest in a long list of complications.
Good morning to and from these knuckleheads.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The year began with the loss of Osita on January 6th, a year after her mom Gracie and sister Blue. She was brilliant, funny and stubborn. 

Last photo taken of her, resting with Otto.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sunset with George.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Osita, Chester and Archie.



 

 

 

 

 

 

February 7 a tiny ferocious puppy found her way to our gate. She growled relentlessly when picked up and it took some time to win her over.

We named her Carter.



Newbie Carter reluctantly sitting on the swing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Murci, Evo and Nina give her a sniff.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At that time Evo was not doing well and it turned out to be a problem with his intestines. We tried everything, including surgery, but he faded away. Two months of vet trips and sleepless nights, but he didn't recover. He died on the 3rd of April. I don't have anything pithy or meaningful to say, I just miss him. His antics in the yard had been one of the bright spots of my days..
The last photo I have of him chasing insect shadows, his favorite pastime.



 

 

 

 

 

 

Foreground is Aggie and Lenny, with Len sporting shaved spots from heart worm treatment.
Final photo of Evo, sitting in the sun, looking thin.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We've had multiple cases of heart worm treated this year. That entails 3 trips to the vet -when there is money and medicine available. We try to keep them on Frontline, but can't always afford it or find enough. The Mexican veterinary supply chain is a mystery. On the bright side, the tax on pet food could end next year. That would be a welcome change, as the dogs go through 1100lbs (500kgs) of kibble a month. 

Aggie (little shaggy abandoned in November) and Rocky (blue collar) were developing a fine friendship until it was spoiled by Rocky's mean streak. Aggie has not been open to overtures of reconciliation.


 

 

 


 

 

Rufus, our dear boy, passed away May 6th. 

The day he arrived, Feb 2009.


 

 

 

 

 

 


Best pals until the end. 

Rufus and his nephew Jack.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last photo I took of him, surrounded by family in the sunshine.



 

 

 

 

 

 

Carter was spayed mid-July. She did her best to complicate things, but everything turned out fine. 

Carter wearing the latest in bespoke post-surgery attire.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aug 29th we said goodbye to Eve, another of Gracie's pups. 

Eve (top step) and her papa Chester.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eve with her sister Blue.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue and Eve.


 

 

 

 

 

 

September 9th we said goodbye to Alice, with us since 2007. She was Sean's steadfast pal and a bad ass. Her passing marks the end of an era. 

Al with her sisters and Henry.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hanging out with Osita.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entertaining puppy Blue.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 19th we lost Nico, one of the mosquito shack puppies. A truly joyful dog who had just turned 6. Severely immune-compromised, she wasn't expected to live as long as she did.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always at my feet (sometimes frustratingly so), life is a little lonely without her. 

The day she came home.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Half grown and starting to lose fur.

Walking with Bette.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apoquel improved her quality of life, but it could only hold back the tide for so long.



 

 

 

 

 

 

Me, Nico and Agnes.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was a long, heavy post and it's only October ...maybe next time I'll tell you a scary story ...ooooh ...about unsustainable development in an ecologically delicate 'protected' area... boo! 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Mayday for turtles

All of the photos in this post were taken by Sean (with our sturdy, waterproof, slightly low-res camera).  The salt ponds and surrounding woods have steadily been drying out.  
Xmul and friends cross what's left of a pond.













On the mornings that Sean runs he goes about 8k, with 9 dogs, and takes drinking water ...for the dogs.  Everybody (except Sean apparently) loves to drink out of the bottle.
Tori, Xmul, Luna and Truman have a slurp.


















Xmul, Tori and Murci have a drink.

















Oh, Steve.  Not a thinker, but at least he's handsome.

















Horrible!  Frankie next to a huge turtle shell, nowhere near the beach; obviously poached, gutted and dumped.













To the beach!  Tori, Linda and Twiggy.












 
Note the new house in the background; it is not only illegal (construction has been halted by an environmental agency for now), but also completely asinine to build so close to the water.  This entitled nonsense, including the compulsion of homeowners to remove beach scrub, and install street and porch lights, does more to harm the turtles than the poachers.














Two of our biggest fans of the beach, Rufus and Linda!













PuppyG is rocking a new haircut!

















Linda, PuppyG and Rufus!













King George and Xmul.  George has been with us for a long time; he is worshiped and beloved by all the younger dogs. 

















Late in the month, the flooded roads are drying up.  
Puddle jumping with Daisy,Tori, Mo, Chester (weird, he doesn't usually get wet ...maybe George knocked him in), George, and Bosha to the right.













Murci leads a happy group across land that was underwater a month ago.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Murci!

This little ankle-biter is Murci.  Her name is short for murciélago, which is Spanish for bat, and is inspired by her enormous ears.  She flagged down Sean as he biked to town. She had mange, a broken toe and the usual parasites. That was a few weeks ago; she's doing fine now!












Murci's 1st bath.  How brave she is! 












Murci meets the family.












PuppyG gives her a sniff.
 


A sturdier Murci plays with her fan club: Xmul, theTribe, Tori and Hazel.




She's a bit of a hellion because they're all too permissive with her.
Murci attacks!



August is for the birds; by 8AM it is too hot to walk with the dogs.  
I biked to the nearby salt ponds and got to see flamingos in flight.












August means damp sand endlessly tracked indoors on a thousand wet paws. 
Outside, a losing battle against the encroachment of grass and the smell of pee. 
A storm took out our modem and we were without our Telmex connection for 8 days.  
The electric alternates between brownout, blackout and crazy surges.  
A handful of dogs are having various skin problems, poor Rita is miserable from the grass and her allergy treatments, and Truman managed to cut his leg during a run, which led to a day trip to the vet and the fun of replacing the stitches hours after we got home.
Take my word for it, August looks better in pictures. 
Salt pond serenity, Bob Ross style.
 












Rufus and Tori! 

















 Zasu, Bette, Blue and Miles -morning walk.












It's obscene how much cuteness I witness daily.  
Silly Mega.

















Evening light Archie.