Friday's Five:
Fighting rattlesnakes is only fun
until it kills one of your dogs.
RIP Iche.
On Saturday we realized he was sick and went in search of a Vet - an impossible venture at 6:00 on a Saturday evening. We went to 5 different places and finally Sister Susie convinced the neighbor of a Vet to give us his home phone number. The vet looked at the dog and diagnosed him (we think incorrectly). When we woke up on Sunday morning he had passed on. :-(
- “What is on this pizza? Carne?” “No. Pescado…tuna.”
- Flushed Frogs. Little frogs live under the rim of the toilet. You don’t realize they’re under there until you flush them. “Adios, Renas!” Total Flushed to date – 3.
- Asking for a refill for our “Mineral Water” cooler then listening intently while they explain how to refill the tank from the shower.
- Running errands with Sr. Susanna. She took us to the cell phone store, the grocery store, then, surprise, to the hair salon to get Brammell’s hair cut. I guess she thought he was due for a trim.
- Fighting a Rattlesnake. The dogs found a rattlesnake in the yard. Brammell, el hermano de casa, came to the rescue with a conspicuously long-handled broom to kill our unwelcome guest. The sisters say this only happens once or twice per year. We should be safe until August.
Sad Sunday::
On Saturday we realized he was sick and went in search of a Vet - an impossible venture at 6:00 on a Saturday evening. We went to 5 different places and finally Sister Susie convinced the neighbor of a Vet to give us his home phone number. The vet looked at the dog and diagnosed him (we think incorrectly). When we woke up on Sunday morning he had passed on. :-(
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