I always get nervous at the door of the building where we live getting ready to go out to the street. I shake a little but I know it is OK. It is that my body does not realize it is OK yet.

We went to visit the Monument of Montecinos first. Crossing the Malecon is a little scary but on Sundays there is not much traffic so I was brave. We got to the Plaza with the giant statue of Frey Anton de Montecinos, the protector of the Indians, sitting on top. Mom let my leash go free because she has more confidence in me now because I return to her when she yells “ TELI COME”, even if I do not want to come I know I will have more freedom if I listen so I try really hard to obey.

There were some interesting paintings on the walls called DE MI Barrio. I was more interested in looking over the edge at the Caribbean Sea.

Mom was taking pictures and I was enjoying sniffing around.

I even got to walk on the big cement tablet that had important writing on it.

A lady and her son came over to say hello to me. They were very nice. I liked looking out the open window into the port across the way. There were lots of interesting activities going on there.

Then we headed up to the 3rd floor or get up close to the statue on top but we never made it. Mom was walking behind me when I saw another big open window. It was a bit high and I wanted to see over. I thought I would just jump up on the ledge to see over. That was a really stupid idea. I mis-judged the jump and went flying. I was like a bird without wings! I jumped off the place between the 2nd and 3rd floor!
If you look closely mom put an arrow on the window I jumped from. The window below it is the one in the picture with me looking out the window.

In a flash I hit the ground. Thank God it was a little soft. I squealed when I hit. It knocked the wind out of me. I stood up slowly as I heard my mom scream over the wall “Teli”! Then she was gone.

I stretched out my front legs to make sure all was still connected and started walking. I did not know where I was going to but I know I needed to walk. Then I heard my moms voice echoing coming down the stairs yelling my name. I went to meet her.

She was shaking as much as I was. She was crying. She sat down on the ground next to me. She touched me lightly. Telling me she loved me. She was feeling my legs, my back, my ribs, my neck and head. She got a little drop of blood on her hand from my mouth and I thought she was going to faint. I gave her a little kiss to tell her it was OK. She cried more.

The lady with the boy came running to see if I was OK. She said a little prayer for me. That was so special. My mom told her to check my blog to see how I was. Then mom and I went to the sand beach area to sit for a little bit because both mom and I were shaking and could not walk.

Mom checked me again and found a little spot on my leg that had a few little cuts on it. I had some mud on my side, dirt on my nose and I was a little sore. She even got my treats out and made sure my eyes followed the little snack. Then we left the beach.

Mom tried to carry me up the stairs but she could not do it. I wanted to walk anyhow. I really did not hurt that much. She did carry me across the Malecon. We walked to my park and she sat and checked me again. She told some of the neighbors what happened and they were amazed that I seemed to be OK. Then we went home. I walked slowly up the stairs.

Mom lifted me into the bed and gave me some water. She lay down with me until I looked rested.

Then she came out and posted the pics on Facebook so people could pray for me.

Now, 2 days later I am just fine. I am a little sore. I cannot chew on my bones because it hurts my mouth a little bit. I am sure that in a few more days I will be back at my bone collection. Maybe next week we can try the Malecon walk-about again and finish taking pictures of that big statue of Montecino.

Thank you to the lady that prayed for me when I took the jump. Thank you to my Facebook friends who cared and prayed for me. I still cannot believe that I fell that far and am not hurt. I think Gods arms caught me at the bottom and stopped me from hitting the ground. He does watch out for us animals too.

I offer my paw to shake to all for thinking of me!

I walked down Calle El Conde for a block. I was proud. I did not get afraid like before. Someday I will walk the entire Conde street.

I ate some ice in Parque Duarte and was feeling good so mom took me to the Feria Artesanal in Plaza Bartolome de las Casas. Lots of cool art work is for sale there by the artists that made the stuff.

Mom made me a long leash so I could have a little more freedom. I was playing hide and seek. Can you find me?

I liked the little booths and the colors. People painted their booths so pretty and artistic.

The statue was really big of the guy, Bartolome de las Casas, who the plaza was named after.

I really enjoyed the long leash and being able to sniff around.

I even made a friend. She was really nice and we played a little bit.

Mom took some pictures of her and I. We only had 1 picture of us together so she took some holding the camera out in front of us.

After we left the Plaza we walked for a few more hours. We stopped in one place where they are nice to me. They talk to me and pay attention to me and give me snacks. We do not remember the name of the Colmado but I like it there.

I had another glass of ice and got sooo tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open. People were laughing at me with my eyes closing and my head bobbing up and down.

Finally mom said it was time to go home. We were out for about 6 hours walking around, talking to friends and making new ones. It was a good day. I cannot wait to do it again.

We went through the Plaza at the statue of Monticino and mom said they really cleaned it up. She said we will take pictures of it another day. The beach is in front of the big statue. Mom is not sure of the name so she just calls it Playa at Montecino.

When we got there there were a few people there. There were a few nuns in their blue dresses looking at the water. There were 2 unformed guard type men in the parking lot. You could look up the coastline and see the big buildings and I even saw a ship in the Caribbean Sea.


A group of kids came and started talking to mom about me. A few did not smell good, I thought they were looking for trouble. But there were two that were very nice and talked to me. I let one pat my head for a second. Then they took off their clothes and went swimming. Two of the kids went into the water naked! Thank goodness mom said the pictures came out blurry so we could not see those boys bare butts.

The waves were a little rough and the noise of the crashing water frightened me a little. I was brave and did not run away and enjoyed sniffing the sand and the trees and buses around the area. I did not want to get near the water. Maybe another day when I get braver.

Then mom and I walked around a little bit. We stopped to talk to friends at Parque San Jose where mom used to live. We then continued on with the walk.

It started raining really hard. I never got stuck in hard rain before. I was afraid and the big umbrella mom had did not do much good. We ran for a doorway. I was shaking. The other people in the door thought I was cold but I was just shaking because I was afraid. But mom hugged me and told me all was OK. Finally the rain stopped and we walked some more.

We ended up in Parque Duarte (the good picture is in the other post about Duarte Day). I liked smelling the flower wreaths that were in front of the statue of Duarte. Everything was wet and fresh and clean, including mom and I.

After this we headed home. It was a good walk-about.