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 →
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 →
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