EVERYONE in Bacalar had told us “you need to get a dog”. We smiled and nodded and voiced some minor objections. We have never owned a dog (together) in the twenty one years of our relationship. Our busy lives and raising kids didn’t leave a lot of room. So how the heck do we now have three dogs???
Left in a bag on the street covered in ticks and fleas.
Bacalar is a small town. Dogs can be seen running the streets, skeletal, covered in mange and injured. It is too big a problem for us bleeding heart expats to do much about. But it can make a difference to one dog, or three.
Dogs eat garbage, protect the home on a short chain and are dismissed as having much of a life at all. I’ve blogged on the topic previously.
A trip to the vet. Everything checked out.
Luna came into our lives when our friends heard whimpering in the middle of the night and found her. She was in bad shape unable to lift her head to eat. After some tender mercies she rallied and was soon showing her sweet disposition. We were smitten with puppy love at first meeting.
She definitely prefers a full body siesta.
Life is full of puppy training videos, chew toys and hourly trips to “go potty”. She is about eight weeks old. Sleep when the baby sleeps does not only apply to humans.
Luna loves belly rubs.
We are now moms to a lively, intelligent, teething, and most welcome little critter. Oh, and the other two? Cielo and Sol have moved into our house before we did. Mexican street dogs are very loyal. Give them a regular meal and a head pat and they’re yours forever. A good reason we’re going to fence the yard.DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
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