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Dogs Never Die

Dogs Never Die

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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
best friends
2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

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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
a scare and puppy love

a scare and puppy love

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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.

meanwhile back in Ixcatepec

meanwhile back in Ixcatepec

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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.

my soulmate
too many exits

too many exits

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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.

five years to go

five years to go

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When we(Seven & I) started the journey, the writing came easy and I added new entries often. A simple documentation of our journey together, the ups and the downs, the laughter, the tears. Then I got lazy and let life flow on it’s own and basically stopped writing. I could fast forward 5 years and start afresh but so much has happened in those years. And five years is a long time in a dog’s life, like 35 of our years, so it is said. A lot then has happened for my best friend, Seven who will be 10 on January 11th. I have half his life to write about because this is about our journey together not just me.

Gardening, zentangling, weekly jaunts to town to chat with friends and catch up on gossip, the demanding exit of Mexico every six months left little time to sit in front of my laptop and write. The last five years has gone by in almost a blink of an eye and now I wish I had not been so damn lazy! Going back five years to write about what was going on in our lives, I use the pictures I have, because let’s face it most of us cannot remember what we did last week at any given time, let alone five years ago. Scrolling through the pictures of years gone by, flood my mind with memories and decisions that were made, good and bad. It sure has been a roller coaster ride.

I love being outside. My house in Tepoztlan was magic as I have previously said with almost an acre to make a garden. Heaven. Plants grow fast in Tepoz, incredibly fast and I had so many plants to choose from that I could only have inside in Canada. The dogs loved helping and did on the most part stay out of my freshly planted garden. Let’s give them a chance to take root – NO digging please! Now I find myself inside because it is winter in Saskatchewan, Canada with plenty of time on my hands as I will not be digging for a few more months! If you look closely you can see Seven waiting for his favourite toy in the world – his frisbee. The frisbee has to accompany us on daily walks, he will not come unless it is in my hand.

So with that in mind, please bear with me while I scroll through memory lane and share our journey. And seriously, hopefully by the time spring rolls around and we can start digging again, we will catch up on those miles, on the hopes and the dreams yet to come.

Early months of 2019

Early months of 2019

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So much has happened. So many changes. Seven and I are both asking what the hell is going on. Over the next few months I promise to continue our journey of change by sharing to anyone who may care to listen. Looking back it brings up memories and many emotions. We cannot change the past but we can hopefully learn from it. Yes there is a lot of catching up to do, a lot of laughs, a lot of tears, a lot of change and a lot of future. I will start from where I stopped.

New year, new hopes, new dreams. In a lot of ways it did feel like a dream most days. I was more relaxed than I had been for years. The 3S’s (Seven, Stella and I) were really getting into what felt an awesome good rhythm of life and living. Many people, family, mainly my dear Mum were under the impression that I was on a very long holiday. Nope. Just doing what I can to survive in this crazy world. I had found a little piece of paradise and I wanted to keep it that way. It is difficult to put in words what I was doing and how I felt no matter how hard I tried.

It was great to see my family over xmas last month as it was very special for my mum. My son always says, gifts come from the heart and can be given anytime of the year, I really don’t need another pair of socks. At the same time it was wonderful to get home again and continue to explore.

More visitors. More cakes. More walking. More friends. More discoveries. More art. More dogs.

Just behind my house is a temple that was found while excavating to widen the highway. Thankfully it is not known to many and I liked it like that. On the path, past the temple is this wonderful amate tree (from the fig family). One can see where people gather whether it be to pray to their gods or enjoy the ambience and peace of the forest. It really is beautiful. And the magnificent views after the climb makes it all worth it – Tepoztlan, Ixcatepec, volcano Popo and so much more.

Baking cakes is becoming quite the ritual and a lot of fun – before and after! Great way to get together with friends and pass away a beautiful day. Continuing to expand my ‘art’ and generally enjoy life. Seven and Stella amuse me daily and remind me how lucky I am to have them. Also enjoying the white grapefruit from my garden – sure has a punch first thing in the morning!

Life was good. We, the 3 S’s had found our home.

July 2018 the Big Move

July 2018 the Big Move

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The day finally arrived. Seven and Stella could feel my excitement I am sure with me pacing in anticipation. Having only been in Mexico for a mere seven months with no more than I could fit in my car, I was amazed at how much I had accumulated. Basic stuff – a bed, a table and chairs, small chest of drawers and of course my another dog, Stella.

I definitely needed some muscle to help me move, so I hired two men and a truck, literally. Two loads with me and the 2 dogs crammed in the front seat. Luckily it was not too far. I did feel sorry for the men though with the many uneven shitty steps to bring my wares down and then more, although good stairs to carry them up upon arrival at the new abode. They did a stellar job. A few plants were left behind which I reluctantly returned to the house of doom to retrieve the following week.

Finally when the men left, I sat down on the porch and overlooked what was heaven to me. I had such good feelings surround me. The dogs were joyous. They now had almost an acre to play in with many trees including a white grapefruit tree! I felt that I had finally arrived home, a place I could hang my hat. A place to grow. We all slept well that night.

My first job the next day was to secure the best I could any escape possibilities for my gypsy Stella, the extraordinary escape artist. She will find any exit, trust me on this. Seven, no problem, he would never leave. And over the course of the following few weeks I will make this house my home. The transformation came quickly. We all settled in much faster than expected. Seven and Stella become best friends which was what I wanted. Stella was always convinced that everyone loves her, whether you have four legs or two. Seven on the other hand was and still is extremely cautious who he accepts into his fold.

Great plans need work and time. My plan for the front of the house immediately came to light – to expand it with local fauna. The back of the house I’ll just leave to grow wild, there was no need to transform it to manicured space. Leave it for the wildlife that called it their home – the lizards, spiders, owls, birds, possums, mice and god forbid scorpions. But we all deserve some space, right?

It was just a short walk over the small river in front of the house to the local village, Ixcatepec which provided me with just about everything I needed. Naturally being in a small village, I was soon recognized as the new gringo but quickly made friends with people who have lived here all their life. The language barrier can be a terrible hinderance but you make the effort and so do they. And life continues.

Over the next few weeks I came across many things why this house was so special and why I had such good feelings. One can argue that structures do not hold any more purpose than the reason they were were built. But honestly this place held a special vibe. There was a river in front. There was a recently discovered temple behind the house that when standing on it you can see the main temple of Tepoztlan. And from the room at the top of the house which became “my” room you could see the tallest and most active volcano in Mexico, Popocatépetl. Seriously, this place is magical. You will read more of the magic soon.

Naturally I needed to invite my new friends to my new home. One has to have, needs to have a welcoming party. And that I did. Because I had made it home. I was the happiest I had been in a long time. After years of dreaming the 3 S’s – Seven, Stella and I have arrived.

Hang on there is so much more to tell.

May 2018 new home

May 2018 new home

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Finally I saw our new home. I was pretty much silent while I sat on the couch after I looked at what could possibly be where we will hang our hats. Inside I was ecstatic, could not believe what I had stumbled upon. I walked back to the house of doom with a smile full of promises. I would be happy, the dogs would be joyous. Finally, I could live the dream.

The house was huge. The garden was huge. Beside a river. Beside a new found pyramid. The view from the third floor, my bedroom, was a room that anyone would fall in love with where in the mornings one can see Popocatépetl, the biggest active volcano in Mexico (known locally as Popo). And the price was right. All I needed now was the approval of the landlord. I admit I went there with all my fingers and toes crossed. This has to be the one.

All went well with the landlady. Honestly, I did not understand a word she said (thank god I had someone there to translate) but she liked me and welcomed me with open arms. All I had to do was give her money and wait until the end of the following month to move in. We can do this. We can wait. Thankfully that saying all good things come to those who wait was proving true to me. Here are a couple of pictures…..

entrance
the house

Meanwhile I was dealing with Miss Stella, the escape artist who will take ANY opportunity to run to ‘freedom’. I tried to the best of my ability to secure the fence but to no avail. Yes she came back, sometimes on her own but mostly by people who found her. You will hear more of that over the following months. Little bugger but I do love her.

I also became so very sick that I thought would be the end of me. For the record, I have or should I say used to have a stomach of steel, meaning I could eat anything and not get sick. Well a little parasite decided to squash that and play havoc with me. I felt that I was fading away. Nothing, absolutely nothing stayed with me. After 3 weeks of medication from the regular doctor and holistic practitioner, I was on the mend. What did I eat? I narrowed it down to some fruit that I had not cleaned. Now consequently, I clean everything with Microdyn that kills those nasty little bugs before they find a home in my tummy. Lesson learned!

While we wait for the move, nothing like celebrating with friends a little drop of Mezcal …….

enjoying some mezcal
April 2018 – regroup

April 2018 – regroup

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I became unsure of my decision that I made 6 months prior. Literally I was a mess. To have a man hound you for money daily for work that I did not agree to including knocking on my door. I started to get scared. I started to sell things to lighten my load. I was seeking a ride to the border and then a ride to Canada. Not an easy feat with 2 dogs under my wing. I flatly refuse to put them in a crate and in the bellows of an airplane. As we all know, dogs can read your emotions and they too were feeling the fear, the unknown. I was lost in paradise.

Then one day while in tears, my friend sat me down and told me not to runaway. Told me I was a warrior (not in the literal sense) with what I had done and been through and I should not let any man stop me from living my dream. With new gained confidence I stopped everything and began looking for a new place to live. The wonderful little house I had was now a bad omen, I hated it. Bad for my new addition, Stella too. Sadly I had to have her chained as she was an escape artist. But she still managed to escape at least once a week. We were getting desperate.

Stella Chained

Looking for a new placed became my focus. One would think being April when all the snowbirds have left it would be easy but that was far from the truth. Many people have taken to Airbnb because they make more money which sucks for people looking for long term rentals. And prices were going up which is one thing I could not afford. Even started looking at other towns but in reality it would have been silly at that point. I was asking everyone I knew. I saw some great places and some damn awful ones. Almost took one that was out of town. It was perfect. Price was right surrounded by fields. But I declined. Flies can be a big problem and with a horse paddock right behind my back door, I and my dogs would be bothered by more than flies!! Also the landlords uncle next door bred bulls for the ring and the guy next door bred fighting cocks. There was no way I could deal with that. If you know anything about bull and cock fights you will understand. Animals bred to fight for human entertainment is cruel and I did not want to live next to that.

As luck would have it I asked a friend who had a lovely cheese shop if she knew of any house that was vacant. Without missing a beat, she said I could have her place as she was leaving the country. One draw back, it would not be available til the end of June. No problem. I felt we could stick it out in the house of doom for a couple more months. But first I must look at the house and be vetted by the landlord. More on that soon but my god it sounded perfect.

I went home and curled up with Seven and Stella. Told them, things are looking up, hang in there, all will be good soon.

Seven and Stella waiting on good news.



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