Without a dog, you’d never have anyone demonstrate how important it is to stop every day and smell the roses… and then lift your leg on them.W. Bruce Cameron
We sadly had to say goodbye to our dog Cami a couple of weeks ago. She was 14 which was a good age for a street mutt, especially one who got into as many scrapes as she did.
I said we’d get a new dog, but I wasn’t in a big hurry. But the kids were, and on Monday afternoon I arrived home to find that Boyfriend (Teen´s) had adopted on our behalf a rescue pup from the “protectora de animales” (local pound). In this land where scratching one´s nose in public normally requires twenty pieces of paper completed in triplicate and counter-signed by a notary, there appear to be remarkably few checks as to who can adopt a dog or where they might be taking it. By the time I got home, it was installed, named, fed, was playing with the kids on the patio, and had very clearly moved in. Had I had a say, 
we might have chosen something slightly older and better house trained. Other than that, she´s pretty much what we could have gone for.
Approximately three months old, going by the name of Lula, 
breed indeterminate MBM (medium brown mutt), short haired (hooray), plays nicely with the kids apart from the needle sharp puppy teeth, sleeps at night after the initial protests at being abandoned, and generally appears healthy and well adapted. 
It isn´t always apparent that she isn´t actually allowed on the sofa…
