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.

Again with Hazel

Hazel has been with us a month.  
Lex,Hazel and PuppyG

She's a happy little dog.

Walks are great fun! 

Hazel and her best pal Linda. 

  

Everyone but Hazel loves the water 
(including the adolescent flamingos in the background).

It's the only time Reggie will leave her side.

Even Linda's enthusiasm can't convince her.

Linda is happiest soaking wet and covered in goo.

l-r Lucy, Hazel, Tito, Lily

heading home -Hazel's 1st walk.

flamingos

Lately flamingos have been in the salt ponds near our house. Maybe the cooler temperature have driven them into more protected waters. We love seeing them on our walks, but it does limit the amount of dogs we can take at once. Some of the dogs go on leashes when there are birds close-by...just in case. We do our best not to disturb them.
flamingos wading:


















landing in front of a salt pile:














Lucy and Al on leashes to avoid any unpleasant incidents:














Yucatecan shire:














my #1 assistant Zasu doesn't want to chase big pink birds: