Which I like to do twice a year, whether it needs it or not. This involved removing empty water bottles, which I left on a lawn chair.

Apparently the dog thought it his assignment to chew them up. Every. Single. One.

“Who, me?”

When you put something on the chair so the dog won’t sit on it.

Our incredible vet. After charging me USD 85 for an operation that involved removing 5 centimeters of our cat’s intestine, maybe half market rate (in pesos; I gave her a USD 100 bill so she couldn’t try to give me change), then basically intensive care for several days, today we spent an hour outside so he could be in contact with the earth, and stimulated by chickens, kittens, barking dog next door, even squealing brakes of a garbage truck.

Not clear that he will survive. But this attention and care is so amazing.

The butchers agreed to save me bones for my dog. When I went to get them, they had a little huddle. I suspect they forgot and let someone else have the bones. What they cut up for me looked … well, that’s 3 KG of meat in the bowl, cut off of 5 kg of bones. For UYU 75, or USD 2.00.

A year ago, Mocha was a tiny little thing.

As time went on, he decided the little closet niche next to my office chair was a nice hangout. But then he outgrew it.

Except that, today, months later, he demonstrated that he hadn’t:

Maybe it’s because Syd had earlier sent me a video of animal escape artists and he wanted to prove something?

Who knows? Dogs can be wonderfully weird.