Lots of perros amorosos.

I like Mexico! Lots of dogs in Mexico! Every time we land on a beach where there are people there are dogs. All kinds of dogs, large, small and mostly male. Mostly male is good. They pay me attention and respect. A girl likes that.

The other day in Bahia San Evaristo they greeted me right off the dinghy! I am not so fond of the dinghy cause Miss Nation is even smaller than Miss Imagine, but daddy finally figured out what was wrong with the outboard and now I have the dinghy floor to myself, cause the humans sit on top now. They hand me to each other from the boat into the dinghy and haven’t stepped on me yet. So far so good.

When we get to the beach all the dogs come and greet me. They must have good noses. I don’t anymore. Dogs surprise me nowadays when they come up behind me. First went my hearing and now the smelling is slowly going. Growing old is not for sissies! But those young males don’t care. And I can still twirl like a young one. One of the three escorted me for a while along the beach. Romantic lad.

Life is good in Mexico.

Samba