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!

Hasta luego, foodies!

Linas Johansonas crave bacon and eggs his for his last breakfast on Isla Mujeres, so we returned to the scene of the first Isla Mujeres meal - La Bruja Restaurant in La Gloria.
Milda wanted arrachera beef fajitas. She had fajtas of various kinds during her visit, but not beef.
Me, owner of Zina's Guest House, I just wanted huevos Mexicana. Well, not just. We all shared guacamole first and had OJ. Linas had watermelon water, too.
Linas and Milda own Milda's Market in Union Pier, Michigan. A bit on the brisk side for daily swims, the vacation was a relaxing time to read and nosh. Milda was glad to get a few new ideas for her deli and not cook but one meal, a breakfast, while she was on vacation. And glad to bring home gifts for her nieces and salsa for her hairdresser! A real vacation! From one foodie to others: I'll miss you guys!

Boca 2009-2010

She was expected to start "school" this week with Alan. Boca was the brightest doggie dog I ever knew.
Her life was cut short by exuberance - in the rain a week ago, when we got home after dinner at Mango Cafe, she wanted to get into the house quick to go to the bathroom on her dry diaper/pad. Not in the rain, oh no.
She jumped from the golf cart, aiming for the top of the landing two feet away. It was slippery and her front paws gave way. Her hind paws never made it and she took the impact of the cement corner on her lower abdomen.
She was a good patient, not complaining after the first 8 hours, when she groaned and growled in pain, a rumble kind of sound. She tolerate the injections, the IVs. The bundling to the ultrasound. The bladder injury was a rupture by the time she was autopsied Thursday, after an unremarkable ultrasound.
It is hard without her. I have been interviewing replacements for Guest House Dog. I have settled on a dog I first called Tippy, but have decided to name Punta, Puntita. Her remarkable physical characteristic is a white tip to her black tail and natural white French tips on her nails.

She seems smart enough, quick enough, and cute. But I am not quite ready to receive her. She is not Boca amd I still weep for her. She was smart and kissed me good night and had her ears up for trespassers. She had refined her growls and barks and obeyed her commands. Awhh....doggie dog!