Category Archives: Dog Bob
My other woman in Costa Rica (don’t tell Sunny)
(To read El Gringo Feo’s Costa Rica Diary from the beginning, start here.) Monday, September 17 I had a little fling on Saturday with a girl named Misha. Total babe. She’s a rescue dog who belongs to Gian, a friend of mine who kindly agreed to drop off some of the incredible bread his partner, Sara, […]
Sunny mornings and smooth sailing
It’s great having a dog again. Since Sunny, our great Pyrenees rescue, joined the family about 6 months ago, I’ve realized how much I missed having a dog, especially the morning walks. I bolt out of bed at 6:30 pretty much every morning; Sunny lumbers out of the bedroom about 30-60 minutes later and goes […]
WTF is that atop the refrigerator?
That silver tray. Next to the fabulous Ricardo Cate’ artwork. A closer look reveals … a beatific rack of ribs, bristling with spices. Yup. Ribs above the fridge. WTF? Well. This. We again have a creature capable of looking our meat eye-to-eye when it’s sitting on a table of non -large-breed-scale. We already lost a tenderloin […]
Big dog, big fan
As the temperatures rise, it didn’t take Sunshine long to figure out how to stay cool …
Sunshine wearing shades during laser treatment …
When we adopted Sunshine, we were told she was getting laser treatments to help with her aging hips and joints. I’d never heard of this, but after doing a bit of research decided to continue with it. The first treatment definitely made a difference. It put a little spring in her step. And she got […]
Getting back in step by going to the dogs
There are a lot of great reasons to own a dog. But one of the best is that it keeps me active. Want proof? This is from the pedometer on my iPhone. Notice how my step counts drop precipitously after Ozzy’s death in November. Then in April they start to climb again. Walking Sunshine three […]
A tenuous truce …
Moby-Dog; or, The Pyrenees
Here comes Sunshine
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreaming Get out the way, get out the way Here comes sunshine Here comes sunshine — Hunter/Garcia, Here Comes Sunshine, 1973 Ozzy’s death hit me hard, and it was a while before I could even consider another dog. But living […]