The exercise, entertainment and care of Princesa Luna requires daily forays into the mosquitoey jungle. We clothe our bodies head to foot and douse in repellant, especially at dawn and dusk. I don’t think she appreciates us.

The lane in front of our property.
This week I brought my camera along. Taking a picture with a dog dragging me along does not lend itself to the best shots.

There are always flowers blooming. Watch the sharp points on the leaves. Ouch.

Luna knows the way.
The path is surprisingly refreshing as the hot sun does not penetrate the jungle canopy.

Why did the tarantula cross the road?
Luna is so curious about everything. This tarantula would not hang around to play.

Lovely green wall.
There is an open property up the way where Luna and I run and play. I lust after cuttings of this cactus. I must return with my machete, gloves and NO dog.
The jungle is also home to these amazing blue butterflies. They are the size of your palm and impossible to photograph.

She doesn’t look one bit guilty. Maybe a little.
If it weren’t for Luna insisting that we go for a walk, several times a day, we would miss so many amazing things. We have seen fox, coatis, parrots and more. I guess life in the jungle is a dog’s paradise. Ours’ too. DOS TORTAS
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