So my new job is working out great, I have been so terribly busy I can’t write a lot on the blog, but I’m always keeping up with our Dominican Dog Blog Facebook page.
Buenagentes close-up. Thinking how to spend that first pay check.
So, yeah, it happened. I got my first paycheck and you know what I did? I went and I bought the biggest bag of nice food for Teli and me!
It’s not the best food ever, but pretty good. I’m still a trainee and don’t get much pay but I’m working hard and learning and I’ll advance.
Buenagente eating his dinner. Buena likes to lay down when he eats
So when I had come home with the bag we all sat down and celebrated a bit and then I went out to celebrate with my buddies. I didn’t use any of my hard earned paycheck, I swear! But I have to admit it got a bit late. A bit very late. Oups.
So I got home in the morning and I just crashed on the bed. And guess what Teli, the ungrateful little bugger, does? She gets her human, Jannette, to take a picture of me.
So, here is me sleeping off my hangover.
Buenagente passed out after a night of partying. Sound asleep on the bed while Teli watches.
So, there is this rooster and I’ve had it with him. He’s been sitting on the wall in Fortaleza Ozama for the last few days acting like the French Taunter.
Wait, you don’t know what I’m talking about????
What, you don’t know who’s the French Taunter? Never seen Monty Python and The Holy Grail? Oh my, don’t tell me.
Ok, here is the French Taunter. Momma lets me watch Monty Python and I pay attention because she laughs out loud every time we watch. If I could laugh I surly would. Gotta love Monty Python!
So, now tell me, isn’t that the same kind of bugger that rooster? Sitting on the wall and taunting me (I wonder if this rooster is French too). I tell you, I’ve had it. Totally.
Told him so, here’s proof. Teli’s human was so kind and took a pic of me telling that French-Taunting-Rooster what I’ll be doing with him!
Buenagente speaking to the French-Taunting-Rooster
I mean, to be honest, he isn’t much more than a glorified soup hen anyways. That’s just what I told him too.
Soup hen. Right in his face I said it! You think he’d be impressed? Just kept on roostering around on that wall. Strutting his rooster stuff.
I told Teli’s human I’ll get that feathered creature and we put him in the big soup pot she’s keeping on top of the cupboard. Well, that didn’t go over so good. She started telling me how I can’t do that and that I’m not allowed to touch that rooster that I had to be a nice doggie.
Can you imagine that? Not allowed to touch that rooster? The french-taunting, feathered, roostering bastard is OFF-LIMITS???? How could this be so?!?!
And neither am I supposed to even think about touching his chicken entourage? Not that they are of much interest, sitting in a tree and swooning about that french rooster all day. There. Look at them:
Stupid chicken entourage stuck in the tree
See, what I have to put up with? I make an honest effort to put a nice meal on the table and all I get is an earful. Jeez, some humans. I just cannot figure those creatures out most of the time.
Well, if anyone is looking for me, I’m down at the Colmado. Pffffttt.
Momma surprised Buenagente and I this morning. She took us to Playita Montecino!
We do not go there much anymore because there are usually other dogs with us and they do not like to cross the pedestrian bridge over the busy street, The Malecon. Momma says it is just too dangerous for them so we do not go. I love going there but we do need to think of everydogs safety.
It was still dark when we got there and momma set us free. The first thing I did was run to the water to check it out. Buenagente did not join me. He really does not like getting his toes wet.
Teli getting her toes wet at Playita Montecino
After I ran around a while acting crazy and flipping sand everywhere it was time to get Buenagente up and running. He likes to lay around a little too much sometimes. I do understand because his hurt leg is still sore. Once I can get him up and moving he loves to run with me.
Teli trying to get Buenagente to romp at Playita Montecino
Buenagente decides to get up and run with Teli on Playita Montecino
Buenagente went running over to the guys that were doing their work-outs for baseball. He liked the guy that was pulling a big tire around the sand. Buenagente had to bark at all the guys. Momma had to explain that he likes to bark and he was not dangerous. This is the way Buenagente is and we cannot change it, he is just to old and set in his ways. I just laid down to watch the guys running around looking silly.
Teli and Buenagente watching the Baseball work-out on Playita Montecino
When we got back home our tummies were full of sand and our toes were covered with mud (the parking lot at the beach had a big mud puddle that we just HAD to run through). Momma lead us both to the bathroom. She turned on the hose and washed our feet and sprayed the sand off of our tummies.
We both headed for the sofa with water still dripping from our clean feets and tummies. We both waited patiently for momma to make her coffee and our breakfast.
Teli and Buenagente waiting for breakfast
It was a good morning romp. It was a good breakfast. Now, it is time for a good nap for Buenagente and I.
Hey all! The name is Foxy, Foxy Lady, and I know I’m a cute little heart breaker.
I’m so thankful there are still some cool humans out there. This guy helped me out, I was being abused and eventually neglected by some silly people, and then…then this guy came along.
He picked me up from a parking lot, where I was looking for shelter, took me to the vet (oooh I loved the vet…they even rubbed me with some coconut oil!), and finally brought me to his place and played me some Hendrix.
The kid has been feeding me, bathing me, taking me out for sunset walks and sharing his house with me.
He says that I’m all good now and he wants to find me a new home so he can help out other dogs in need, but I know he’s bluffing. He can’t live with out me now.