Spot, puppies, late 2020

Spot, puppies, late 2020

Remember Spot? My friend and roommate rescued 2 puppies from the highway beside my house. Poor little souls would have been roadkill that day if Fabian had not rescued them. We named the female Zero(the matrix) and her male brother Spot because of the huge black spot on his back. Fabian asked pleadingly to keep Zero to which I agreed. We would then endeavour to find Spot a furever home.

My good friend Helen who had just recently said goodbye to her trusted dog agreed to take Spot. I knew that once settled in, he would have a good home. Everything was fine but Spot being the asshole he is would not leave her cats alone. It was too much for Helen. Even our vet thought that he would never grow out of this. That has proven to be true as I have just received a message that he killed a squirrel. He’s cute but a not the smartest kid on the block. I really did not want Spot back. Five dogs was enough. But he was collected and brought back home. Six dogs it was. Spot being the jerk proved to be a hassle for me but I did what I could to make him fit into the pack. Seven made it quite clear upon his arrival home that he was the boss and you are my bitch. Siete would not let him get away with anything. His sister Zero had now another playmate so she was cool. Six on the other hand was not quite mature enough to lay down any rules and without supervision they would fight. Both were trying to find their place in the pack and for me it was a pain. He was totally of his own mind, refusing to take any corrections from me. It was a daily work in progress. He was now part of the home as finding another home was not happening.

One afternoon my roommate comes home in tears. I am not sure of the dates but this is a good time to recall this story. On his daily rounds delivering water he found a litter of puppies in a plastic bag. Humans really are the cruelest species. Needless to say, he rescued all five of them. The first night they stayed at his friends house but they could not stay there. Two of the five sadly died and the remaining three were brought home, full of worms and covered in fleas. I was not happy. I did not come to Mexico to have my life consumed by rescuing unwanted dogs. Some may find that rather hypocritical of me as I love dogs but six dogs was plenty for me to look after. Also I did not have the finances to take on such an ongoing feat. You have to understand that these puppies were now the third rescue from my roommate. There seemed to be a pattern happening. I agreed that they could stay on these conditions. Homes would have to be found. And most importantly, I would have no responsibility for their lives. It was a really hard decision for me because these little souls deserved a better chance. But Fabian needed to understand how much time and effort has to go into saving discarded, left for dead dogs. Just because I am home he could not assume that I would do what was necessary. Medication, keeping their room clean, feeding and finding homes. It was hard on both of us but in the end, Fabian I believe learned a valuable lesson. He would think twice before taking on that immense responsibility as much as his heart wanted to help. Through his efforts all the puppies found homes and we were back to the happy home of six dogs and Tai, the cat.

During this time, covid was still a much discussed topic. Being in a beautiful climate sure helped. Places were open including the local restaurants so gatherings were still happening on a regular basis so we could all keep up with the gossip!

Life continued to be beautiful and I was grateful. I was zentangling, writing in this blog when I put my mind to it but most of all my garden occupied the major part of my time apart from playing with all the dogs. I was determined to make this the most beautiful garden I had ever done and it was starting to look fantastic. Tepoztlan had the perfect climate except for some added water requirements during the dry months of winter. Luckily I had plenty. There was a huge tank that was hooked up to town water. Please note I didn’t go crazy, just enough to keep the garden alive until the rains came. During the light spray over my garden, hummingbirds would hover in the spray. That was quite lovely to see. They would come everywhere and anywhere to enjoy the spray. Water is life. Sadly due to an invasion of ants my grapefruit tree was unable to produce any fruit. We tried to get rid of them but with ongoing construction next door and the widening of the highway the ants wanted to build new homes and they decided to use my garden. We did get them kind of under control but wow what a menace!

See you next time with Christmas 2020 and the new year of 2021 showing its head.

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Reflections

Reflections

Every day I stare at the blank screen like a blank piece of paper trying to will myself to continue the journey which I promised I would do. Every day closes with the screen still empty, void of any words, any thoughts of the journey. It is like I have come to an abrupt end. I use pictures in my cloud to recall those memories but instead of being able to jot those memories down, I am flooded with sadness and unable to continue. Why am I sad? Living in Mexico was for me one of the happiest times in my life. I had found a little piece of paradise that I called home. If you did not know, I am no longer there and my heart yearns for those days again. But one cannot live like that. Wishing for times gone by is not healthy. Instead I should be grateful of those times and relish what I experienced. Easier said than done. So I will try once again today to break that train of thought and reflect on my journey with Seven, my saviour. The ups and the downs. The laughs, the tears. It is all part of life and the journey.

The time had come for me to make the trip back to Canada. Flights had resumed. That exit and re-entry every six months that is done by thousands of people trying to make their home in Mexico. It is a very grey area which is acknowledged by the Mexican authorities but still bloody nerve racking. All the what-ifs play havoc with your mind. My biggest fear was always not being allowed to come back, to be refused re-entry. My dogs. What would I do.? As a retired individual, I was not a threat, I was not imposing myself on the resources, I was not taking jobs away from Mexicans but in reality, they could stop me. This time round it was a complete fiasco. Canada had imposed some of the most ludicrous rules to enter the country because of the “covid pandemic”. I needed proof that I had received the jabs. I needed proof that I tested negative. I needed a place to stay where I could isolate myself from everyone for two weeks.

Looking back now I should have realized how easy it was for me to get false papers. Oh heaven forbid, disobey the government. But I did not. I got the jabs like a good citizen so I could fly back to see my mum again. I booked a flight for 3 weeks. The longest I had stayed away from my home. Simon, my son secured a place for me stay isolated from everyone. Just a couple of days before the flight I had to get the test done to prove I tested negative for covid. I sat in this little room on a tiny wooden stool. A lady entered. I only knew this person was a lady as she spoke to me. She was dressed in a full hazmat suite and held in her hand the biggest q-tip I had ever seen. She then proceeded to put that damn q-tip up both nostrils. I seriously thought she was reaching for brain matter. Sure seemed I was now entering the realm of science fiction. Of course I tested negative. The cost was a money grab. If my memory holds true, it was $100. My friend, my roomie said no problem, I’ll be OK. Upon my return though he said please don;t leave me again like that. I get it. He worked 60+ hours a week running his own business, including physical labour. Then look after the house with 4 dogs and Tai, the cat. It was a lot. I promised I would not do that again.

Upon arrival in Toronto, the usual where have you been, what do you have to declare etc. I had downloaded the Canadian arrive scam bullshit that the custom authorities never even looked at. If you don’t know about this scam you can google it and see for yourself.

Once the two week period ended, I was free to visit family and friends. I had one week. One hellava lot to cram into one week. I was grateful though. I was able to visit everyone who mean the world to me. My mum, my son, my grandson, my few friends. Didn’t see my granddaughter as she was and still is in Japan. Then it was finally boarding that plane to go home.

all masked up
chris
family
“family”
simon & I

Arriving home never felt so good. I was exhausted but I was happy, I was home again. Crazy dogs, crazy friends. Beautiful memories.

Perhaps I have broken the chain. Perhaps now I can again resume the journey. Stay tuned for the next episode. I do promise it will be coming fast. Reflections are good. Reflections offer promises of the future. We cannot live in the past but reflect on those days as a window.

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the times they are a-changin’

the times they are a-changin’

It’s been awhile. I have been unable to continue the journey cos every time I look at pictures to refresh what happened over the years I get overwhelmed with sadness because I am no longer there, in Mexico. It was a beautiful time of my life, I felt that I had found my space. I know I should cherish those times, which I do but I cannot stop thinking of what might have been if I had stayed. I will never know. That said this post is covering my thoughts of why I am actually here writing into the unknown. Perhaps after writing I may accept the changes and get on with it. So here goes. By the way, puppies are fine and crazy as ever.

Going back to the mid 90’s while I was bartending at a popular haunt for the employees of Toronto City TV, one of my favourite customers was Bob Hunter, co-founder of Greenpeace. A fascinating man with whom I had many conversations with about his past and why he did what he did and what his future held. There is one sentence that sticks with me and I often wonder what he would think now with the every increasing presence of social media. Remember his comment as you continue to read.

“Once it hits the news, it is already too late“

Social, connecting with like minded individuals. Media, the main means of mass communication. About 12 years later after Bob said for me that profound statement I joined Facebook in August 2007, 17 years ago now, some four years after it was launched. It was fun, sharing pictures, silly stuff with friends who were miles and miles away. It was a wonderful way of staying in touch.

Now during that time there were people organizing to get the three remaining elephants, Thika, Toka and Iringa moved from the Toronto Zoo to PAWS sanctuary in California. They, Zoocheck, who are an amazing organzation succeeded after many ups and downs and the elephants were finally moved in October 2013. My mum, bless her was one of thousands who felt that this was the right move and many of her letters were posted in the Toronto Star. Mum at that time did not have a computer so she hand wrote her letters and sent them through snail mail. Remember those day when one actually wrote hand written letters? Those times are gone really, which is sad. It was something that I did not know about Mum as she really kept her feelings and thoughts to herself.

That got me started. I began to dive into the internet to find out more about other causes that were focusing on captive animals and how I could possibly help. Now I wonder if I should thank my mum or give her shit! It can take you to a very dark place. The atrocities that man inflicts on animals is horrendous. I literally had no idea of the extent of the horror. One day I came across an article about captive breed lions in South Africa and it literally broke my heart. The ‘king of the jungle’ reduced to a commodity for breeding so some asshole can kill it for a trophy. If you are unaware of this right now then you are living in a cave. If there is only one documentary that you watch, watch this one from Bloodlions and you will understand my passion to end this. The fight continues.

Facebook became a great tool. It connected me with other like minded individual fighting the same cause trying to get the message out to the masses. I have ‘met’ some incredible people but only personally met a few of those contacts. Many, now that I consider good friends.

Social media also creates monsters. One in particular was Eduardo Serio of Black Jaguar White Tiger in Mexico. At his height of popularity on social media he kept over 200 big cats in deplorable conditions. I will not go into the details of these conditions. Myself and a few friends began to expose him on the forum that made him popular. Thankfully after years of research and hard work, the authorities finally closed him down. The animals were moved to other facilities in Mexico. Eduardo went into hiding with his cartel friends and as far as I know has not been formally charged with animal abuse. Bastard. Without social media that would never have happened.

Over the years Facebook has changed and I think most people who have an account will agree with me, it has changed for the worse not better. Living in Canada I am also restricted because of an ongoing battle between the Canadian government and Meta. Over damn Money. I cannot share news articles. I cannot read news articles that are posted by friends from around the globe. So how can I continue to share, continue to see what is going on from small pockets of this world? Sure I can read articles if I search a particular story from a journalist in a news article on the internet but what if I want to share this to the many groups I am now in? I cannot. It has become increasingly frustrating. Facebook is now full of meaningless ads and the algorithms suck. The interaction is not the same. I personally feel, we are no longer having the impact we once did being what is termed as a keyboard advocate. Not all of us have the ways and means to be boots on the ground but damn it we can help spread the word. If we can. Clicking on a emoji is not the same. It acknowledges that you agree or disagree but does little to help what ever cause you support. Guess it makes you feel a little better. I need to read articles, I need to research that source. But I cannot see the damn article. SIGH. I will still use FB to connect with the friends that I have and try to share the news in a cut and paste format (ugh)but also looking into another platform that does not have the restrictions that I am faced with here in Canada. Starting afresh is a task in itself!

Social Media is quickly taking over MSM, main stream media for news. X is claiming to be the winner. Is either one the truth? Social media is immediate. MSM never really reports all the facts and is more than often bias. Real journalism on the most part is dying profession. Remember picking up a rag magazine while waiting in line at the grocery store? Crazy stories of alien abduction, celebrities caught doing lewd things, all oddities under the sun. It was entertaining. No-one really believed them. Now it is eyes down to your cell phone checking out the latest posts on social media. The internet, social media, MSM are now the same as those rag magazines. You cannot believe everything you see or read. As always, you need to do your research. People though are generally lazy and will not make the effort to research, to read both sides or find the facts. Another SIGH.

Which brings me back to – once it hits the news, it’s too late. But not anymore. We have the means, mostly, to read news as it happens in real time. We see videos from people with boots on the ground. And we have the means to act on that to do good. Let’s keep it that way. Let’s keep things moving for the good. It’s a jungle out there. Let’s use social media which ever forum you are in as a tool for the good.

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Dogs Never Die

Dogs Never Die

This post is for all of us who have lost a beloved four-legged partner. It was sent to me many moons ago when my dear Delphi passed away. It made me cry, yes but made me realize she and all the others will always be in my heart and I will always find room for more. I have in turn passed this on to friends after the loss of their dog. It is beautiful. We must remember that Dogs Never Die, they simply do not know how.

It was written by Ernest Montague and he says – I wrote this several years ago in memory of Bolo, a black and white Pit Bull who would always go for a walk, right up to the day he died. He might only get 15 feet before he stopped and looked at me and gave me the look: ‘I can’t go any further. But don’t you think for one minute I’m done walking’.

“Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to ‘death’, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say: ‘No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.’ Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.

It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone (exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.

However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.

When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging its tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: ‘Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.’

When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)

Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.

But don’t get fooled. They are not ‘dead.’ There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.

I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.”

always together
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2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

2020. The year when the world changed.

Ready or not here i come

Living in Tepoztlan, Mexico gave me a rather unique view of what was unraveling around the world. Tucked in a valley only 2 hours south of Mexico City reading and watching what was transpiring because of COVID seemed surreal. Countries were in lock down. Flights were cancelled. Masks became mandatory. Vaccinations were recommended by health authorities. Businesses were forced to close. Life would never be the same. We seemed relatively untouched by this pandemic that the world now faced. It should be noted that Mexico never closed it’s border to visitors, the doors were always open if you could find a way here due to cancellations by the airlines. Slowly the number of deaths associated with the virus were on the rise in Mexico. Do not misunderstand me here, I am sad for many people who lost their loved ones but the forced restrictions which forever changed many people lives should never have happened.

I was due to depart from Mexico in March as my 180 day visa would expire but was unable due to absolutely zero flights to Canada. And even crazier entry rules into Canada which were INSANE. I had to be vaccinated even before considering booking any flight when they became available. One needs to ask if all the restrictions, the collapsing of day to day life had any real affect on stopping the virus. For example: the 3-foot rule – stand at least 3 feet from any person in public. Well that’s great. Line up to get on your flight with your mask on. Then you are loaded into a metal tube and are seated beside a complete stranger. One must keep a mask on during flight BUT you can remove it to eat or drink?! In hindsight, I would say no it did not. Yes the vaccinations prevented many people from succumbing to the virus but it also as reports are now being written did more harm than good to many people. If I could turn the clock back, I would not have taken the vaccine. I would hunker down, brave the storm and perhaps live forever in Mexico. Both my roommate and I became sick – a 24/48 really bad flu. Was it COVID? Yes we think it was although we were never tested. BUT, I cannot turn the clock back, so I had to do what was demanded so I could travel.

Life continued in Tepoztlan. Because of the climate in Mexico, many restaurants are outside with less restrictions so it made it easier to meet up with friends for a weekly catch-up. Never while facing this pandemic did I feel threatened. Some friends were more cautious than others but we never stopped livin’ the dream. One cannot live in fear but many did. Literally a total fuck-up.

view having breakfast
breakfast
enjoying the garden

That said for the next nine months until I could fly again, I became engrossed in my garden. I wanted to cover as much as possible with local plants that have proven to survive the climate here. My roommate was amazed at the transformation and gladly brought home all sorts of succulents for me to plant. Teaching the dogs to stay out of the newly planted garden though was a challenge. Seven knew better as he had a few years with me in Ontario and learned not to touch mum’s garden. The others knew it was a big no-no to dig but they just could not help themselves. One would think with almost an acre of land there would be plenty of places to dig but no, they had to help mum. With perseverance and determination though my garden started to take shape. Stella did have her favourite place to lay and I could not stop that. Perhaps she was making sure no critters would get beyond her ever watchful eye and enter the house!

Spot moved to Helen’s house in late January. Poor Helen. Helen is a cat lady although she loved her dog who recently passed, it had been awhile since she had a puppy so this was a whole new game for her. Spot was happy. Helen’s cats not so much. She gave it her best, but Spot did come back to the roost, more on that later.

spot – where am i now?

Zero and Six were easily settling into the routine at Ixcatapec. Stella loved the fact she had dogs her size to play with and play they did. Border collies traditionally and normally do not “play” with other dogs. They will tolerate their existence but they really are loners. My beautiful Delphi & Devon grew up together and enjoyed each other but never played together like you see a lot of dogs do. Seven is no different. He is tolerant with all the dogs but never plays with them, except when Stella first arrived. He had his own thing going, his frisbee. That did not stop Six trying though. They have their moments and all the dogs know that if Seven speaks, he means business. He hardly ever barks but when he does, all of us are on high alert.

Seven watching
let us in
I’ll keep trying
waiting for a mouse
whatcha got
not us mum
always guilty
six meets his sister tuti
sleep time

Eight was never really happy about the puppies. In fact I would say she disliked them immensely. Eight was a Belgian Shepherd and a beautiful one with a wonderful personality. Sadly we started to see a decline in Eight’s health. She was eating just fine but her weight loss was very concerning. There was a mass on her head that appeared to be getting larger. Fabian called the vet, it was time. Jose came to the house to examine her (I love my Mexican vets) and the last thing he wanted to do was to euthanize her. But upon seeing her, it was the only choice. Fabian was distraught. He had saved her from an awful situation and now had to face her passing. Eight fought hard and clung to life as long as she could but finally her body was in no more pain. All the dogs after she passed came to say good bye. Here is the video of their good-bye. Now you tell me that dogs don’t have emotions? I say you are a liar and have no idea. We buried her in the garden with enough for her to present herself to the gods. Eight you were a beauty and I am glad that I was able to spend time with you while you were here. Run free now forever.

beautiful eight
saying good bye to eight

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a scare and puppy love

a scare and puppy love

Everyone who knows me personally knows that my dogs are my life. Without them my life would be empty. Sure I would have more freedom but I choose to forsake that and have the unconditional love that they have always given me.

During the early weeks of December 2019 I noticed that Seven was loosing weight extremely quickly and he was beginning to shake uncontrollably. He was not having seizures but all was not good. I became frantic. Finally managed to get him to the vet after a number of emergency calls. Upon seeing him, they too did not know what was going on with him. It was decided to bring in a special vet from Cuernavaca to perform blood and urine tests. The results were studied by all three vets and it was determined that he was having acute liver failure. Why or how we would never find out. I came home with an array of medications that would cover a two week period, along with a specific diet. I was beside myself. I could not loose my soulmate, not now, not at such a young age. I hugged him so much. I cried. But miracles do happen. Seven, my soulmate made an amazing recovery and it was the best christmas present I have ever received. He was soon demanding that his frisbee be thrown at any given chance. I knew he was on the road to full recovery. Martha and her husband in Tepoztlan saved him and I am forever grateful. Beautiful people who care first and foremost about the animals that are brought to them. If I had been living in Canada, the vet bills would have probably been over two grand. Everything is cheaper here in Mexico and the total cost was around $150. Would I have spent the 2 grand + if I had been in Canada? You bet your bottom dollar I would have.

Early one morning sitting on the porch having tea watching the dogs play, Fabian heard some cries, puppy cries, from the highway next to the house. I couldn’t hear them due to my fading hearing but he rushed over to see what it was all about. Within five minutes he placed this very scared puppy into my lap and rushed back to try to find the other one, her brother. I now had two very scared puppies in my lap. It did not take long for them to relax knowing that they they were now safe. They soon began to play with the pack although Seven was like, really mum, more dogs? I asked Fabian to find homes for them. Not an easy thing to do in a small town where many people let their dogs run free without any sterilization. Consequently there are many puppies that are just thrown away. A hard reality. Poor souls had fleas and were full of worms. We named the little girl Zero and her brother Spot as he had a huge black spot on his back. Fabian pleaded with me to keep Zero and I caved. My friend Helen agreed to take Spot as she had just lost her beloved dog. So for the moment I now had six dogs to take care of, Seven, Stella, Siete, Eight, Zero and Spot and Tai, the cat.

Pamela, my first friend in Tepoztlan contacted me and said she had just taken in a blue heeler and the “breeder” had more. I agreed to have a look. The guy comes over with 3 puppies around all male., 6/7 weeks old. His story was that their mother was injured and could no longer feed the puppies. Yeah whatever. I sat down with all three in my living room. Bang. The one that immediately came over to me now became mine. Welcome Six to our fold. For awhile, before Helen took Spot home I had seven dogs to care for. To be honest it was not what I had in mind and I did become slightly agitated. Sure it was fun and games for Fabian. He was at work 6 days a week, 10 hours a day. But for me I felt drained from the responsibility. Having almost lost Seven and now with 3 demanding puppies which I was not prepared for. It did cause some strain on the relationship I had with my roommate but once Spot moved in with Helen and the pack became six, we all fell into a routine. Six was to be “our” dog but because I was home 24/7, he soon became mine. And true to his name, he was always at my 6 o’clock.

The breeder. I did not like him. To me he was a backyard breeder. That became very evident. When Six was around 10 weeks old he had two mild seizures. Martha, my vet told me that this is not the first time that dogs from this man had found their way to their clinic because of the same. He doesn’t care. It’s all about money. Granted by Canadian prices of heelers, Six was not expensive – $75 but that is a considerable sum for most Mexicans. We told him what happened and he said that he would no longer use the female for breeding. To this day, I do not believe a word he said, cos quite honestly like all backyard breeders, they don’t give a shit. Martha suggested that I give Six drops of CBD oil rather than go to the prescribed medication route. Four years later, with CBD every day, Six has not had another seizure. If your dog has seizures perhaps it is something you should look into. I swear by it.

For the next few months as you can imagine, my days were filled with puppy care. Toilet training – yikes. Zero was great and soon learned that pee and poo was not allowed in the house. Spot was not too bad but Six was a devil. He reminded me of Seven who was also a bugger to train. What is it with some males that they have to pee on every corner of the house. Eventually, finally they all figured it out. I left no water in the house at night time and insisted that before I hit the sack, it was outside for the final pee. I had to coax Seven and Siete with treats but needless to say I had enough treats for them all. Fabian would ask me why are you doing this? I simply said, well you take a pee before you go to bed don’t you, so why should it be any different for the dogs. I could see that statement computing in his brain and then he said, yeah that makes sense! Men!!

feeding the pack of 7

The months were also filled with expanding the garden. Tepoztlan is in a valley and very fertile, the climate is perfect with enough rain so I was eager to see what would happen. Fabian brought many succulent cuttings home and I purchased what I could from local growers. The garden was really beginning to take shape. I was in heaven in my little piece of paradise. Surrounded by my dogs and watching my garden grow. A beautiful time to relax and enjoy.

It was also the time during the dawn of 2020 the world became aware of COVID. The restrictions. The lock down. No flights. The vaccinations. All hell was about to break loose. Whether you believed what was being reported or not, it affected your daily life. In retrospect, knowing what I know now, I would not have gone the route taken by the vast majority of people, including me. The lock down, the restrictions ruined many people’s lives. Sure the vaccinations saved many people from getting the full blown virus. But the lock downs, the restrictions? Total insanity. More on that in future posts. Now is not the time.

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meanwhile back in Ixcatepec

meanwhile back in Ixcatepec

Now to catch up on some crazy months in 2019 between those hectic returns to Toronto. As you have may have read from previous posts, I now have a roommate, 2 more dogs and a cat. This after more than 20 years by myself with only my dogs and cats, it takes time to adjust. I had as you can imagine, my routine, my ways etc but it was now time to learn to live with more.

Tai, the cat was no problem at all. She would sit with me while I was in my beautiful room while I enhanced my skills at zentangling. Occasionally she would catch a mouse or a lizard, eat the head and leave the remainder of her catch to rot, high in the cupboard. It was gross and smelled awful. She certainly gave Stella a run for her keep as she was an excellent mouser. I left the mess for my roommate to clean up – his cat, his mess!! Tai refused to go outside when it was wet, which is quite often in the valley so I also taught my roommate how to actually keep her litter box clean properly and save him some money. Seems pretty simple but he had no idea. Men!!

Siete and Eight loved me, Seven and Stella. And I loved them back. I was there every day with them and they soon became accustomed to my routine and I was the one who played with them and fed them. But I did have my issues. I was not there as their sitter and caretaker. It was time that my roomie learned that this is a 50/50 show and he needed to do his share. With 4 dogs, there is a lot of shit to pick up, a lot of responsibility on feeding, grooming and vet care. He understood and began to do his share. Fair is fair, right? Now that we had 4 dogs and a cat, my amazing vet would come to the house when it was checkup time and annual shots. How cool is that? No matter how hard she and her assistant tried, Siete was having none of it. She left the shots with me for Fabian to administer. The others – Seven, Stella, Eight and Tai were no problem. There always has to be one!

My roomie and I began to fall into a routine. As I have said, he works long hours six days a week and in no way interfered with my new life in Mexico. We both began to eat better. He had a tendency to eat on the run and for me it is hard to cook just for one. I end up with enough to feed myself for a few days and by the end I am sick of the fare, no matter how good! We also searched for a good pizza to be delivered or he would come home with delights of Indian food. It was great to have company. My original thought was that I would be able to zone on my spanish but I was wrong. All he wanted to do was to speak english! And I must admit, his english was far better than my spanish. We would huddle around by old laptop and watch movies on sundays. Good thing we both liked the same genre. I would also drag his ass off the couch and go for walks with the pack as we were surrounded by beautiful trails and vistas.

I had long been thinking to get another tattoo. I had been carting around for decades a lovely print of 3 canadian geese by semi renowned artist. It was time to have this one inked. Lucky for me, my friend’s boyfriend Charlie is a tattoo artist and uses the traditional method. No electric gun for this guy. He did an amazing job. He is right, his method is far less evasive on the body. There was no pain and it healed incredibly fast. My only regret is that I cannot see it as it is on my back! So, if you ever find yourself in Tepoztlan or even Mexico City, let me know and I will hook you up for your first or next tattoo. You will have no regrets. In fact, I think it is time for another……

During this time I also found out that I have now a severe allergic reaction to shell fish. One day while having a bite to eat with my friend Eva, we shared a shrimp dish. Four hours later I did not know whether to sit on the loo or lean over a bucket. I did both. Fabian came home and found me curled up on my bed with no energy at all. Immediately he grabbed me, carried me to his truck and raced me to the hospital. At first we all thought including the doctor that it was rotten food. After 4/5 hours in the hospital on a drip as I was totally dehydrated, I returned home. Took a couple of days to recover but all was well. Then a few weeks later, my same friend was having a dinner party and her boyfriend being spanish, cooked an amazing paella. Four hours later, I was on the loo or my head over a bucket. This time Fabian rushed to the pharmacy to get antihistamines and in a couple of hours I was fine. Conclusion. I can no longer eat shell fish. Apparently it is quite common to suddenly acquire this kind of allergy when you get older. Who knew? Although I do not eat meat, I did on occasion eat fish or shell fish. Now that was off my menu, which did not upset me. The variety of fresh fruit, vegetables and beans available to me provided me with a very healthy diet. So no great loss. I must say that my experience in the small local hospital was excellent. The nurses, doctors were very concerned and only after my insisting would let me leave knowing that I would not be alone. My visit was free except for the drugs that were prescribed. One could not say that in many countries that you could visit. Was that an exception? I don’t know but I am forever thankful for their care.

As mentioned above, the entertainment hub in the house was my old laptop which was fading fast. Although on one trip back to Toronto, my friend Laura gave me another for which I was grateful but I wanted a bigger screen. For me, movies on a laptop suck. How the hell people watch movies on their cell is beyond me. Having a roommate now sharing the rent etc, I had money to treat myself. It was fabulous.

All that came to a screeching halt.

One day, Fabian was late going to work and I had to go to the bank. I grabbed a ride from him and was gone maximum 2 hours. When I arrived home and entered the gate, I noticed that Siete’s cone of shame was broken. We had to have one on her to stop her licking this one wound. I thought it was strange but cancelled that thought. I didn’t see Stella, which was really unusual. Seven and Eight seemed fine and happy to see me. I got my key out to open the door and saw Stella inside. Now that’s really odd. Then I noticed that the lock on the door had been broken. I began to freak. When I entered the house then I saw what happened. We had been robbed. My room had been turned upside down. All my jewellery gone, new laptop and of course my new TV. Immediately called Fabian. No answer. Kept calling. No answer. Finally when he did answer I was a mess. He called the police and came rushing home. And as fate would have it, his truck got stuck in the river, that you had to cross to get home. Never rains but it pours. The police did nothing – what a surprise but then what could they do? After much deliberation and searching, we knew who did this but of course could not prove it. Who in their right mind would enter a house with 4 dogs? All who, except Stella would not approve. It had to be someone who knew us, knew the dogs and knew when no-one was home. We then decided it was time to get some kind of home security cameras. Being robbed is an awful feeling. You feel violated. You feel vulnerable. The material stuff can be replaced. But somethings can never be replaced. Little things that had been with me for decades that were gifts or mementos of time gone by. Some of my friends back in Canada said time to leave Mexico. Why? Did they really think that this was a Mexican problem? I reminded them that I had been robbed twice before, in Toronto. Does not matter where you are in this world, your house can be robbed, you can be violated. All one can do is to make sure your home is secure and not an easy mark.

For weeks after, Seven was the most concerned. He followed me everywhere and became anxious whenever I left the house. He is such a sensitive soul and is my soulmate.

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too many exits

too many exits

This is about the leaving and coming back home to Mexico.

The visitors/tourist visa for Mexico is vague. One is not automatically given a visa stamp of 180 days (6 months) but it is relatively normal. As you may have read I did have a rather crazy experience which you can read here. Basically you get a visa for 180 days and then you must leave. There is not a set number of days you must be out of Mexico for re-entry but most expats who do this leave for a few days, a week or two and then get another 180 days upon return. It is a likely a person of my age be questioned and possibly not allowed to enter? Unlikely. But it has happened. So consequently every time I have to leave Mexico, I am stressed. It is now June 2019 and I am leaving my piece of paradise again. Now wait a bloody minute. It is only necessary to exit once every 6 months. This trip in june 2019 is my FOURTH since september 2018. No wonder I am stressed. And I leave again in october. That will make it FIVE exits in one year. Don’t get me wrong, it is lovely to see my friends and family but I did not sign up for this!

I will combine my two exits now. And hopefully this will go back to how it is manageable, once every 180 days. One can dream, right?

The reason for my exit in june was to see my mum obviously, deal with tax shit but mainly to see Vicky, my cousin from the UK who was visiting Toronto with her hubby and daughter. I had not seen her for years and did not want to miss this opportunity. Also combined seeing friends and family. So much to do in such a short time. What was good now though is that I had a roommate who loved the space, my little piece of paradise and loved all the dogs. That said, Fabian too was stressed. He works long hours and now he had 4 dogs, a cat and a house to take care of while I was gone. Welcome to the world of responsibility. Don’t think it was what he signed up for taking a room in my little paradise. But he handled it like a champ and damn was really happy to see me when I returned. As were all the dogs, Seven, Stella, Siete and Eight. I was exhausted when I got home but so happy to be there in my little piece of paradise. I know I keep saying that but seriously it really was.

Mum
Mum
Christine, my bestie
Tanya, my sister
Vickie, my cousin

The next exit in october was a sad one. Mum was getting up there having just turned 96 in march and the time had come for her to no longer live by herself. After almost 40 years of living in this one apartment building, she was packing up and moving to an assisted living space. I have rarely seen my mum cry. That day she did and it broke my heart. She was loosing her independence, something that she had mastered after all that she had been through. It was traumatic for me but nothing like it was for my mum. It is difficult to put on a happy face but damn it I tried as best as I could. Writing this now brings tears. Little did I know it would be a year before I saw her again.

Before I left for Mexico in 2017 I had asked my Mum to move in with me. I had ample room in my house and I was only working part-time. I felt I could be good company for her and she would have the company of my 3 cats and Seven when I was not there. But mum is a city girl and moving to my space in the country was definitely not in her thoughts. She refused. There was no point in trying to persuade her. Her answer was a flat NO. We talked about this when she moved from her home into an assisted living space and of course she now regretted not taking my request seriously. The journey would have been different but it was never to be.

mum and her brother
Mary, Joan and Mum
Mum and grandma
my beautiful mum

Upon my return, Seven, Stella, Siete, Eight, my roommate and of course myself were extremely happy to be home. When I first moved to Mexico, I thought exiting the country to renew my visa would be a piece of cake. 2019 was not like that at all. Now was the time to relax, to live again in my piece of paradise.

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siete seven eight and stella
spring 2019

spring 2019

Springtime. Who doesn’t like it, wherever you are in this world. It’s a time for growth and new beginnings. And a new beginning was unfolding for the 3 S’s (Seven, Stella and I). When I returned home from my brief visit to Canada for mum’s birthday, I was excited to get back into my routine. A routine of doing what I want, when I want, basically livin’ the dream. Which I did. There is always something going on if one wants to participate. I had become selective and even that filled my days. There were special cakes to bake, flowers to plant, dogs to play with, zentangling to do, weekly jaunts to town to catch up on gossip over wine and beer, parties to go to and visits from friends. Life is never dull in Ixcatepec.

What I was not expecting was a proposal from Fabian, the water guy, Siete’s dad. No, not a marriage proposal, read on. As I have said, my house is big and there are three bedrooms, with a big kitchen, dining room and living room sitting on almost an acre of land with just me, Seven and Stella, our little piece of paradise. Fabian asked if he could take one of the bedrooms and all expenses would be split down the middle. Now I have lived by myself with my dogs and cats for the past 25 years and kinda set in my routines, so the thought of having a roommate needed some thought, some serious thought. He works hard, 8 to 10 hours a day, 6 days a week purifying water and delivering the same so he would not be in my way and damn I could even think of saving some money. What a novel idea, saving money, livin’ the dream and perhaps even learn to converse in Spanish other than the basic get by words. It did not take me long to think about it and I suddenly I had new roomies – Fabian, Siete and Tai. Springtime is full of changes.

Seven has always liked his frisbee, loves to play catch and create circles. Stella was catching on that if she returns the toy, it gets thrown again but her favourite thing was to run around like a mad women hoping Seven would play chase. Not his thing. Now Siete, all she wanted to do was grab every toy, take them and guard them. So I had to make a toy box and keep it out of reach of the dogs other wise all the toys would be lost somewhere in the garden. They are not expensive, that was not my concern. It was the lack of availability in Tepoztlan. It’s getting better but still very limited. I did in the past do very little if any shopping online which changed a great deal when I moved to Mexico. Hardly a game breaker having to buy the dogs toys on line but there was no PetSmart round the corner. I could deal with that. Tai, the cat settled upstairs away from the dogs, well mainly Stella because she would chase her and that would start Siete doing the same. Seven, no problem. He had grown up with cats and had learnt how to respect them and give them their space.

I have mentioned before that Stella is an escape artist supreme and a gypsy at heart. It was only after my return home that Fabian told me the tale of when Stella escaped and he went running like a bat out of hell after her. He feared telling me while I was visiting mum as he knew it would really upset me which of course it would of. The perimeter of the yard had to be checked on a regular basis to see if there were any escape routes. I thought all was secure. Then one morning I heard Stella and her frantic cries for help. She had made it over the wall to the neighbour’s yard where they had 5 german shepherds and a pug who all attacked anyone and anything that came uninvited into their space. She made it out but was hurting and there was no way to get her over the fence Luckily Fabian had not yet left for work and we managed to rescue her. But a trip to the vet was necessary. Poor girl had multiple wounds and had to wear the collar of shame. We found where she escaped and quickly fixed that exit. Now it was necessary to thoroughly check all the time. No other dog but Stella tried to get out and I did not want to loose my Stella.

ouch
cone of shame

Fabian is an animal lover like myself. One night he tells me the tale of this dog who would probably end up in some really bad place, and asked if he could bring her home. I was reluctant but I caved. Why not? There was ample space for another dog. So welcome Eight to our fold. She really is a big beautiful baby. When Seven was little there was one word I used to get him from moving his body so I could sit down – OFF. All the new dogs had to learn that word. When I said OFF to one of the newbies so I could sit down, Seven was right there making sure they obeyed. He would not hurt them but they all knew instinctively, oh shit guess I better get off. I’m sure Seven thought, hey I had to learn it, its your turn now! There was one day in particular I wanted to sit down on the sofa and relax. There was no space for me. OK I said the word rather loudly and all 4 dogs not only got down off the sofa but exited the room. Don’t get me wrong, they are allowed on the couch, on the bed, in my lap but they gotta learn that mama is the boss, well mostly.

eight

There is so much to buy in Tepoztlan as far as art work or little things to brighten up your space. One has to be careful though. Many of the items that are on sale in the market are not from locals or even Mexico – they are from China or India. This piece though is special as it was made by my dear friend Pascal and it found a perfect spot in the house. The flying lion.

the flying lion by pascal
the flying lion by pascal

The climate in Mexico is home to a wide variety of bugs and many will find their way inside your home. I don’t kill them. I find away to move them safely to the garden and as far away from the house as possible, except scorpions. Sorry they just give me the creeps, so if one gets in my path, I show no mercy. Mostly though they disappear out of sight. I learnt to never walk barefoot, check my bed and shake my clothes. It becomes a natural habit after awhile.

Life continues in my little piece of paradise. It is expanding and life is good.

siete seven eight and stella
siete seven eight and stella

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march 2019

march 2019

I sit here now, january ’24 with the wind blowing the arctic freeze on us making it -54c which is as far as I am concerned, unfit for man and beast. Thinking back on spring of 2019 makes me wonder if I was in fact living in a dream but I do have the pictures to prove to myself that it was not a dream. In reality though I was livin’ the dream that so many only dream about. A beautiful home, surrounded by new friends, 2 legged and four. And not a care in the world. How could we, the 3 S’s (Seven, Stella & I) be so lucky? This was our time in paradise.

Sadly dogs are still mistreated all over the world and it is no different in Mexico. One day while shopping in the local village, I noticed this dog who was obviously in distress. I was told the vet had been called and he would be taken care of. Over the next few days I went to the vet office to check and was told that he had eaten poisoned meat and he asked if I could foster him while he recovers and help find a home. How could I refuse? I made arrangements to pick him up and bring him home. He was a little nervous but he, Seven and Stella were having no issues at all. I needed to get more dog food. I was not gone long but when I returned, he had jumped the fence and ran. I was so upset. I never did see him again and can only hope he found someone who would take him in. Many told me that often dogs will return to the house they know if they can find away. I hope that is the case because he was a real beauty.

Water. The most important part of everyone’s and everything’s existence. In many parts of the world one should not drink the tap water. Myself, I do not like tap water no matter where I am. The overall smell of chlorine, my nose says nope, no way. Sure I grew up drinking tap water, bottled or filtered water was not an option unless you were part of the elite. My house on the edge of Tepoztlan was lucky enough to have town water and yes I refrained from drinking it but not necessarily for the same reason. After a bout of sickness because of a little bug taking up residency in my gut, I did not want to take the chance of inviting another. The only option then is to have purified water for drinking delivered to your home. Five litres for just over a dollar. A great deal. Walking back from town, I passed the shop and asked for 2 bottles to be delivered.

Upon delivery of the water, I noticed a beautiful dog in the truck. Her name is Siete, spanish for seven. Now there are not too many people who name their dogs by numbers, let alone the same number as my Seven! An immediate connection. After a few deliveries of water, I offered to take Siete for a day, possibly for two, so she can have a break from just sitting in the truck. A little persuasion was needed to convince Fabian that Siete will be fine. Well the first day, Seven was yeah another lady in the house. Siete on the other hand felt at first that she had been betrayed and left alone in this strange house. She went to the far corner of the garden and watched her dad drive away. Poor Siete sat there for hours, bewildered and scared. Finally after some coaxing with treats, she started to come out of her shell thinking well this beats sitting in a truck all day. Her second visit was totally different. She ran up the steps, happy to see me, Seven and Stella waiting for her. Siete was happy, Seven and Stella were happy. I was happy.

Meet Siete

The time had come again to do the dreaded exit and return. Although I had just been back to Canada at christmas, it was not really a necessity but it was mum’s birthday and a another big one. Well let’s be honest any birthday over 90 is a gift and should be celebrated. The task of finding a cheap flight on the dates I wanted and finding someone to look after the dogs and the house was one that I absolutely hated. I’d get anxious. I’d get worried that upon my return I would not be allowed back. And I would be leaving my little piece of paradise. But it had to be done. Tickets are bought. Now who do I ask this huge favour? I had only recently met and had become friends with Fabian, the water guy and the dad of SIete. Would he do this? Could I trust him? I asked him and he says sure but are you sure you want me to do this? Sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling., and I said yes I am sure. Trip arranged and I was off once again to Toronto.

Mum’s birthday week was wonderful. She got spoiled and rightly so making it to 96! I can only hope that if and when I do reach those golden years, I am as spry as her. Only time will tell. It was great to see friends and family and the days are just not long enough to squeeze everyone in.

By the time I leave, I am totally talked out, exhausted and really missing Seven and Stella and my little piece of paradise. Even though I have learned to travel light with only carry on, I still bring too much with hardly any room left over to pack away things that I cannot get in Tepoztlan. The main purchase is teabags. Tea is extremely expensive in Mexico. Like some people who need their cup of java in the morning, I need my cuppa of orange pekoe tea. I could buy my favourite 240 tea bags for under $10. In Mexico it would be around $60. Apparently it is a tax, a heavy tax that is put on tea. Who would have thought? Because of the climate and soil, tea would grow well in Mexico and is urged, hence the heavy tax on imported tea. So I needed to pack 500 bags of tea in my backpack. Bring fewer clothes next time I told myself.

By the time I got home, happy to be there, happy to see Seven and Stella and happy to see that my house was still in one piece. My gut feeling was correct! Now I needed a few days of doing nothing except play with the dogs, drink my tea and relax in my little paradise. It was good to be home.

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