I met some friends at a little cafe in the Colonial Zone for drinks. We were just sitting outside talking and laughing with the dogs at our sides. After filling up on liquids it came my turn to head to the bathroom to make room for more liquids. Now, let me tell a little history […]
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The First Week
When I got into the country and all through customs with my dog Sniffy and a few extra boxes of belongings (I didn’t get searched, I think they just wanted me and my barking dog, who had to pee, out of the airport). I was wheeling down the ramp to my waiting friends. They both […]
