Category: Pets

Bunbun & Betty

Our new old dog Betty has decided she doesn’t want to get in the car, or walk with us in the trashlands north of the Ruta Interbalnearia, so after I get back from walking with Syd and dogs in the afternoon, I take her around the neighborhood for 20 minutes or so, preferably without the other dog, Mocha, an inveterate chaser of all that moves, who would have loved to scare the bejeezus out of this critter.

Betty, however, of an entirely more mellow temperament, probably would have cuddled with the rabbit given a chance.

Bunbun, however, was thinking that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Or something.

L’il Big Dog

It’s hard to convey how huge this collar-less puppy is. Like a cross between a bear and a horse. I can say, however, that we were relieved to see that he did not intend to go on the walk with us today. Something about 60 kilos of puppy crashing through the undergrowth and charging by on narrow bits of path, as the one time he did, makes a walk a little less relaxing.

Doggifying with class

Eight years ago (can it be?) I started walking our dog with Syd and his five, in a wonderful wide-open setting that involves driving a few kilometers. It quickly became clear that the back of the folded-down rear seat was not designed to support a dog, so I glued some old door mats to a scrap of thin plywood and have been using it to doggify the vehicle ever since (removing it to accommodate biped passengers I call de-doggifying).

Somehow recently I got the idea I could do better. Got the lumberyard to cut to fit a piece of MDF (medium density fiberboard) which I sealed with various products that have been sitting on a shelf in my workshop for years, used the last of a caulk tube of glue to attach new doormats (felpudos) ordered from Mercado Libre, and voilà.

A little easier on the eyes, for sure.

Peluche’s perch

Peluche, a friendly neighborhood dog, enjoying a day at the beach courtesy of the ever-remodelling neighbor’s sand pile. Or is that he has already staked himself as King of the Mountain with a child’s shoe?

As for figuring out what a dog is thinking, just let it go 🙂 .

When I first asked his name, the owner told me with a sheepish smile.

A shitload of dogs

Sorry, really can’t think of a more appropriate way to say it.

That’s my dog Mocha in the foreground with the purple color, making friends with a very pretty (but very loud when in his fenced yard) neighbor dog. Lea (white) and Sophia are Syd’s dogs which he appears to be bending over to, but in fact his target is a lively little brown guy whose working name is Puppy. Behind him is Little Guy, whose name from a year ago probably needs rethinking. The black dog is Jordan, and the white one with black ears and tail up is Street Dog. It is quite honestly amazing he is still alive since his favorite place to nap is in the middle of the road. To the right is Carbón, the name his putative owners gave him, but since he never responds to that, he remains Fuzzy Dog to us.

As you can see, it rained earlier, irrelevant to this narrative but very much needed.

A visit from the neighbors’cat

The four month old Siamese from the minimercado next door (other side of wall) has become insoportable, according to Guillermina, the neighbor who runs it.

But we were delighted when it visited the other evening. The dogs were inside (needless to say), and the cat put its front paws on the low bay window sill to be nose to nose with Mocha the dog, who was puzzled, to say the least.

Nice to have cat energy around again. It’s been a few years.