Get sister!

When you said, "Get sister," I thought you meant for good!

At ease! You've played enough.

Chaya, left, and Punta have had enough until the coming Sunday! Punta has just had a bath and will be posing for pictures as house dog of Zina's Guest House.

Pooped!

My poopy dog Punta is pooped today after a day of rough-housing with her best friend Chaya at the beach. Puppy is pronounced poopy here! Punta was on the bottom most of the time because Chaya figured out how to grab her by the collar. Never lost points for passivity!Watching this on a Sunday afternoon is better that Big Time Wresting!

Beach Dog

I want to grow up to be a beach dog! Mommy took me to the beach yesterday!
We were are a place called Mar y Sol with mommy Zina's friends. Mommy had me walking on a leash. Then she'd let go and say "Punta Come!" Sandy took me for a walk on the beach. Then, when everyone was sure I knew how to act, Mommy untied the leash. Then Rick picked me up and sang a Willie Nelson song.
"Mommies don't let your babies grow up to be beach dogs" is the song he sang as we dance for probably 20 minutes. I was asleep when he got done. Today, I'm pretty sleepy. I dug a lot of holes near the water yesterday!
Today, we are not going to the beach. Mommie is going to the laundry and when she comes back she says we will see how I act on the rooftop patio of Zina's Guest House.

Punta speaks

That's me, Punta, the day after I got to Zina's Guest House. This lady, Zina, needed me more than she ever knew!
The first night, I didn't sleep at all because she has an apparently dangerous dog living in what she calls a mirror on her dresser. So I was on alert all night, if not barking, at the very least growling so he wouldn't get her.
So I rested yesterday.First I fell asleep with my chin facing up. Then I changed all my directions at once.
I kept repeating. Then I rounded up all the toys and put them in the kennel; I know the other dog does not go there.
I went back to "go bed" for another few hours of sleep. Then Zina invited me up to her bed.
It was great! But then, I looked a the mirror and there he was again. The dog I think is going to bite my new owner!
Since I can only see the dog from the bed, mommie Zina said I can't stay. She told me "Go bed" and it got down and she quit taking pictures.


I wasn't counting, but Zina said I slept for 8 hours before we went to sleep. And then we slept for 9 hours. I think the dog in the mirror is scared. I only saw him again in the morning and he only needed a quick bark and went away!