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.

Puppeeeee!

And Syd.

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.

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.