I need a vacation from my baby sister's vacation.
We're quite busy.
Not to mention, I'm eating the worst foods. All my allergy foods, and now I'm kinda in addiction mode. No problem. Veggie day today. All day. Only veggies. That will take care of that!
So, it wasn't a surprise to me when I found there was a bit of a Hurricane Andréa sighting in the house this morning.
It didn't help that I had the Housemaid come trying to get more money out of us this morning.
We had made the mistake of feeling sorry for her, and decided we would use her to get the rocks we so desperately need for our front area to protect us from those waves.
Those waves are CRAZY today! Our yard will be washed away if we don't get a barrier.
But again yesterday, she tried to tell us we need to pay off the authorities in order to do it.
I just looked at her and said, "Fine. No more money. No more Marina. No rocks."
I find it 'interesting' that she returned this morning, saying there was no need for Mr. Extortion now.
Somehow, she got 'permission', which was explained to me while I was trying to do my morning routine today.
I think I need a sign on all the doors.
So, I'm doing my blog after the fact, but, like I said, makes for a bitchy, Pissy Face.
Anyway, I'm also a little tired from trying to keep up with my baby sister and family.
Today, they're on an excursion, so we're going to pick up another dog.
I mean, what else should we be doing other than picking up another dog?
She's only 4 months and should prove to be a GIANT hound.
She's an Irish wolfhound crossed with a rottweiler, so, imagine a really tall, bearded rottweiler.
She's another rescue. Well, here in the Dominican Republic, almost all the dogs are rescues. Not too many people buy their dogs from breeders.
Except Mr. Richy Rich next door. He OBVIOUSLY got his 3 rottweilers from a breeder.
Fine dogs those ones. They walk like a school of fish. Their rottweiler asses switch back and forth, in an equal, graceful gait, with every gargantuan step they take. Mouths open in a half smile, heads turning in tandem from any noise that might be grabbing their attention.
Gorgeous!!!
Anyway, we're good with mutts and Dominican dogs.
So, while my sister is out giving candy and school supplies to the Haitian village kids, we'll be bringing home another dog.
The people at AAAS were grateful that we tried out Mr. Majestic. Now they have excellent information about him, so that they could market him for the right family.
It made me feel so much better. It felt like we weren't just dropping off a dog because we gave up. We were giving some family the proper information so that he could be placed in a home where he gets the right attention, and perhaps doesn't have to feel like he's failing all the time.
How horrible it must be to always be told you're doing the wrong things?!?!
He'll go to a family where he'll be the greatest guard dog, be told he's wonderful and live happily ever after.
Old Ghost Face is doing so much better now! She's come up for cuddles, and even came into the house for 10 minutes.
Well, not really on her own.
Papi sorta 'lovingly' dragged her in to let her know she's allowed.
The visit didn't last too long. I don't think she's ever been in a house.
But here we are.
Dog mania.
Dogs.
Nothing but dogs.
I'm in heaven.
We're quite busy.
Not to mention, I'm eating the worst foods. All my allergy foods, and now I'm kinda in addiction mode. No problem. Veggie day today. All day. Only veggies. That will take care of that!
So, it wasn't a surprise to me when I found there was a bit of a Hurricane Andréa sighting in the house this morning.
It didn't help that I had the Housemaid come trying to get more money out of us this morning.
We had made the mistake of feeling sorry for her, and decided we would use her to get the rocks we so desperately need for our front area to protect us from those waves.
Those waves are CRAZY today! Our yard will be washed away if we don't get a barrier.
But again yesterday, she tried to tell us we need to pay off the authorities in order to do it.
I just looked at her and said, "Fine. No more money. No more Marina. No rocks."
I find it 'interesting' that she returned this morning, saying there was no need for Mr. Extortion now.
Somehow, she got 'permission', which was explained to me while I was trying to do my morning routine today.
I think I need a sign on all the doors.
"Do not disturb the gringo while she's eating breakfast. There will be swift consequences. It is her blog time."
So, I'm doing my blog after the fact, but, like I said, makes for a bitchy, Pissy Face.
Anyway, I'm also a little tired from trying to keep up with my baby sister and family.
Today, they're on an excursion, so we're going to pick up another dog.
I mean, what else should we be doing other than picking up another dog?
She's only 4 months and should prove to be a GIANT hound.
She's an Irish wolfhound crossed with a rottweiler, so, imagine a really tall, bearded rottweiler.
She's another rescue. Well, here in the Dominican Republic, almost all the dogs are rescues. Not too many people buy their dogs from breeders.
Except Mr. Richy Rich next door. He OBVIOUSLY got his 3 rottweilers from a breeder.
Fine dogs those ones. They walk like a school of fish. Their rottweiler asses switch back and forth, in an equal, graceful gait, with every gargantuan step they take. Mouths open in a half smile, heads turning in tandem from any noise that might be grabbing their attention.
Gorgeous!!!
Anyway, we're good with mutts and Dominican dogs.
So, while my sister is out giving candy and school supplies to the Haitian village kids, we'll be bringing home another dog.
The people at AAAS were grateful that we tried out Mr. Majestic. Now they have excellent information about him, so that they could market him for the right family.
It made me feel so much better. It felt like we weren't just dropping off a dog because we gave up. We were giving some family the proper information so that he could be placed in a home where he gets the right attention, and perhaps doesn't have to feel like he's failing all the time.
How horrible it must be to always be told you're doing the wrong things?!?!
He'll go to a family where he'll be the greatest guard dog, be told he's wonderful and live happily ever after.
Old Ghost Face is doing so much better now! She's come up for cuddles, and even came into the house for 10 minutes.
Well, not really on her own.
Papi sorta 'lovingly' dragged her in to let her know she's allowed.
The visit didn't last too long. I don't think she's ever been in a house.
But here we are.
Dog mania.
Dogs.
Nothing but dogs.
I'm in heaven.
healthy foods taste better
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