Life and poodles in Mexico. An expat's journey to living without the local language and with three horses of dogs. .
His name is Sherlock. No Ship Sherlock Shane Sepahpur to be exact. And can that boy ever play!!! He plays with my dirty socks. He plays with his reflection in the glass at night. He plays with opossums that are playing dead. He plays with my mind. If it exists he can probably find a... Continue Reading →
Grooming day!!! The day only day I am dog free and I can go eat at a restaurant that doesn’t allow dogs and get major errands done. I needed furniture. Specifically a sofa. My bony butt can’t handle the willow bench any more that has been the only seating option since I moved months ago... Continue Reading →
Mexicans know how to do magic. Fortunately they choose to use their powers for good not evil. I went exploring in the car with the dogs today. I was taking random streets of a village two over from mine and enjoying the vibrant lively neighborhoods. I was paying close attention to directional signs because so... Continue Reading →
For three months after I moved to Mexico I didn't have a car. But, with the lovely weather and amazing visuals, the dogs and I loved the walks to restaurants, stores, and the plaza. Wanting the full no-car experience, I decided to carry a load of laundry to the place that was doing my washing... Continue Reading →
Sherlock blogging today. Let me start off by saying the only reason I insisted Momma Mim turn on the telly was because I heard the Belmont Steaks was on. I always enjoy a good steak. I was very delighted to learn horses were involved. Some of my best friends are horses. I bark at the... Continue Reading →
Sherlock penning today. Are you ready to see the very definition of cute? Are you ready to go awwwww to the point you almost pass out? Are you ready to cry tears of joy because you have feasted your eyes on the most precious video ever? Well, sit down, grab a tissue and watch this... Continue Reading →
Shasta with you today. Momma Mim tries. And sometimes she gets it right. Other times she really messes up. Take naming her dogs for example. She tagged me properly. When I was a pup and came to live with her, I was a pretty brown and they told her I would be big. She immediately... Continue Reading →
Sherlock and Shasta chatting today; Sherlock: Oh my gosh! Shasta! OMG! Shasta! SHASTA! It's awful. It's horrid. It's unthinkable. Shasta: Slow down there my favorite Fruit Cake. What is wrong with you? Sherlock: I missed the Westminster Dog Show!!! Shasta: It's okay. Mom can load it up for you on the telly to watch. Chill.... Continue Reading →
Sherlock blogging today. Don't fight it. Give into the urge. I was cute as a puppy and I am stunning as a two year old. You want to buy me things. But you aren't sure what such a magnificent creature would find worthy as a gift. I will give you some help. If it squeaks;... Continue Reading →
Momma Mim guest blogging today. I use to love Mr. Roger's "how it is made" films. It is how I learned how crayons, fortune cookies, and rubber balls came to be. If I had a magic wand, everything on earth would come with an attached card explaining it's existence. But some things are self explanitory... Continue Reading →
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