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.

The little engineer dog

decided that being in his bed under the chair was not sufficiently in the limelight. So he dragged the cushion to the middle of the floor and plopped himself down on it.

Big dog!

This dog’s owner maybe weighs a little more than the dog, but isn’t as strong. It took a while to get them calmed down and moving in opposite directions.