Benji, eleven months old and virtually full-grown at 22 kg* (48.4 pounds) met a new playmate today, Birch, a 53 kg (116.6 pounds) St. Bernard. Birch is all of six months old.
It was only a matter of time….
* He eventually reached 32 kg.
Author: doug
Really small writing
I cut the tags off a new shirt and spotted something that looked like it must be writing, but seemed too impossibly small.
Sure enough. No clue why. Another of life’s little mysteries.
Count the dogs
The Spinky-Faced Oriental Sandhound and I have walked a few times now with Syd and his five dogs on his private 197-acre reserve. Well, OK, it’s not actually his private reserve, but hey. Nobody else seems to particularly own it.
At this rest stop, one — Jordie, the alpha male — had temporarily abandoned his haram, searching, no doubt, for rabbits.
Leaving five dogs, pictured. Turns out the Spinky-face has found a kindred soul (Kiya, foreground).
Look on my works, ye mighty
Only very tangentially related, but ran across this bit of awesomeness today (computer animation of destruction of Pompeii).
OBTW, did I mention —
— that we have a puppy?
Nah wureez, it’s from a closed account, which is why I threw the card in the trash can whole.
The Castle
So Uruguay (ancient truck)
I took a picture of this truck over a year ago. I marvel at ancient trucks here much as I marvel at German touring vehicles. See Leñero, Flete.
Road trip!
Saw this at the féria (market) today.
Since I was thinking more about cheese, bananas, and nuts than geography, and despite the fact that I’m sorta-planning a trip there, I had to think exactly how far away that was.
Almost the distance from New York to Los Angeles. And there are no interstate highways in northern Argentina, Paraguay. Bolivia, and Peru. OBTW.
I love that it’s a garden-variety car: Renault Duster. They braved the wilds of South America without something like this or this!
Revelation or anathema?
The dog lady: how you can help
If you’ve got a shekel or two to spare, you can help us fix the dog lady’s house [expired link to fundraiser for a woman in Shangrila who had 40 or 50 dogs].
That is all. Yesterday’s sunset:
The “dog” project morphs
Fourteen volunteers showed up yesterday to continue the “dog” cleanup project. Uruguayan, Canadian, American, South African, and Cuban. Sweating profusely, we filled two volquetes to overflowing, including
- five refrigerators
- three televisions
- one stove
We did “meet” the dogs. Apparently the all-but-immobile husband, closed in the house with the dogs on a hot day, decided he’d had enough. He had already insisted that no one touch a pile of old tires (even though there is no vehicle even close to functioning — the volquete driver will remove the four rusty hulks at no cost, presumably for their scrap value). Husband opened the door. Dogs poured out, barking, making a couple of people understandably nervous. The vet Mariana and I fanned out and helped drive them back inside. They were no problem; obviously loved.
It appeared there were about 25 dogs, not 44. And it seems that ASH (Animales sin Hogar, Animals without Homes), the private animal rescue agency, announced some time ago that they had received 50 or so dogs from an individual. So our speculation is that somehow someone rescued them from Telma, who OBTW is now Marlena (?).
We disassembled the roof that had blown off, and consolidated sheet metal, so the lot is somewhat organized and the dogs have more usable ground. Next phase would be construction, but the person in charge of that is sidelined with a sinus infection.
Meanwhile, the lot-clearing and construction project mission-creeps into a open-ended social work project for low-functioning hoarders. For which others are better suited than I.