New addition to the family

If you’ve ever tried to take a picture of a puppy, you’ll understand this photo viscerally.

benji

No image manipulation involved. We seem to have settled on his name as “Benji,” which was the name of the beautiful but personality-challenged dog we rescued (with permission) from our troglodyte property-squatting neighbors.

Suggestion inspired by our Uruguayan-American friend Isabel, who recalled that I once said all dogs in Uruguay were named Benny, because when owners call them they say ¡vení! (come!), which seems to be a Rioplatense Spanish conjugation. (If you can clarify, please do!)

 

 

Dogs running free

A kindly older woman stops her bicycle on the dirt road to lecture me briefly about having my dogs loose. I know this lecture. I had it a year ago, and changed my route slightly to avoid passing her house.

I think of possible responses, and my Spanish is far enough along that I can probably make a conversation of it. For what?

Entiendo, I say. I understand.

Entiende, she says. You understand.

She continues one way on her bicycle. I continue the other way, leash in hand, dogs loose.