Life and poodles in Mexico. An expat's journey to living without the local language and with three horses of dogs. .
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 →
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 →
It has been a while since you have heard from me (Momma Mim,) and Shasta, and Sherlock. That is because it is hard to find time to peck at a keyboard when deciding where, when, and how, to start a great adventure. The first question I usually get when I tell people my adventure is... Continue Reading →
Momma Mim blogging today. Let me start by saying I understand. Shasta and Sherlock are without something because of me. But I say what they are missing is a want - not a need. I feel they can live full healthy lives without owning a cat. (See http://atomic-temporary-72928727.wpcomstaging.com/2015/02/11/it-wasnt-my-fault-it-was-going-to-be-a-tabby-coon/ for their side of the story.) My beloved... Continue Reading →
Shasta writing today. I’m a big girl. Big boned. Big hearted. And full of big ideas. But I have a big fear: monsters under the bed. Momma Mim keeps saying there aren’t any there, but you be the judge. It all started when I kept feeling like something was starting at me. MM said I... Continue Reading →
Sherlock blogging today. Fudge my life! Last night we were hanging out at bed time waiting for Momma Mim to do this weird thing humans do with getting ready to sleep. [If they would just turn in a circle for four or five times, lay down, and close their eyes, it would go a lot... 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 →
Shasta and Sherlock chatting today. Sherlock: Hey Shasta? Happy Valentines Day. I rofve you. Shasta: No you don't. The other day, you ask Momma Mim if the circus was in town and needed any brown poodles. Sherlock: Pssst. Oh Shasta? I rofve you! Shasta: You most certainly do not. I took one bite of your... Continue Reading →
Sherlock and Shasta giving you the facts here today. Sherlock: I wanted a tabby cat. Shasta: And I wanted a Maine Coon because a cat in this house would need to be able to show you who is boss when you get in one of your "moods." Sherlock: We did something we rarely do... 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 →
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