Wow, it's been forever!

Well, Hugo is much bigger and I haven't been writing. Stupid FaceBook and stupid school work. I want to just do this blog and not Facebook. Let's see if I can. I'm too drunk right now to do much, though.

Monkeys

I saw a few articles this morning about this monkey (a crested black macaque) and some of it's buddies grabbing a dude's camera and taking pictures of themselves. The pictures are darlin' and I wanted to save this one because it's so damn cute!

peaches

Or something like that. They call these birds peaches. They must be in the corvid family, because a guy was telling me this morning that they can really tear up a corn field.
But they look to me like dinosaurs. I'll try to get a good closeup eventually, but this little group was pretty cute. The people here don't really like them. But to me they are totally precious. And dinosaurish :)

Firulaisa, my almost dog

This one might make me cry. But I went to visit my friend Mariana back during Semana Santa. She lives in Tepoztlan (pictures to come in a subsequent post) and she had this dog living at her house that she called Firulaisa. Firu is a wonderful, sweet, awesome dog and I decided that if I could, I would bring her home with me.
I bought my ticket to come home in July and the guy said that I could bring her on the plane, no problem. He said there is a special section under the seats that is pressurized and airconditioned so it doesn't matter what time of year the dog is traveling. He said it would cost me $200 hen I got to the airport.
So, I went back to Mariana's (at great personal expense) taking over a week off work, to get Firulaisa fixed because she was pregnant.
I spent 10 days in hell listening to the idiot Mariana rant about politics that she doesn't understand and lose all control of her emotions. She gets high all the time and has no clue about much. she is completely self-centered and ridiculous.
Anyway, after this miserable trip (but I DID manage to get Firulaisa fixed) I called to check on my reservation only to find out that NO I can't take the dog.
It was going to cost me over $600 to take her. And I don't have that kind of money.
So I don't have a choice. I have to leave her.
I hope I can save some money and somehow find a cheap flight to Mexico in the fall, when there is not an embargo on animals traveling. Then maybe I can go get her. I hope she's still around by then.
I love this little dog.

Mr. Egg

I keep having these epiphanies that I need to use this blog instead of stupid FaceBook. So I'm gonna try to get back into the swing of it.
This is a store that we pass every day coming home from work in the Tux Van. I love the Mr. Egg sign. And, you can't see it in the picture, but there are bins of ground corn alongside the sacks of dog food and animal feed. If you want to make corn bread, you can't get cornmeal any other place. You have to go to the animal food store. Heh heh.

Iguana

We got to work yesterday to find this giant iguana dying on the steps of the Centro de Idiotas. We all had to poke at it and take pictures, but then some Mexican professors who knew NOT what they were doing came out and decided they needed to pour peroxide on it's ass because it looked wounded. Something was protruding, anyway, like hemmorhoids or something. We thought it was awful that they kept fucking with the poor thing. And it did die eventually that day. Who knows? But at least I got some good pictures of the local fauna :)
But now I come to the moral dilemma part. Well, not really moral dilemma so much as a complaint about myself. After I looked at these pictures I started to feel like one of those assholes at Abu Ghraib that took pictures of themselves posing with the humiliated prisoners. Should I feel that way? I don't know. But I kinda do. I need a drink. :)

Pinky and Blackie

The two newest baby donkeys, Pinky and Blackie. Aren't they SWEEEEET?!?!??!!

Mommy's new dog

My Mommy got a new dog. His name is Buddy and he is about the sweetest dog I've seen in a long time. Well, obviously my Gilligan was sweeter. Sunny wasn't though (l. p. h.).
He is suspiciously calm for a boxer.

A Little Christmas Couch Po-Fuego

Fuego had a big time this Christmas. He and Pierre ran loose on Deason Lane and played like the puppies they are. Fuego became obsessed with the cat, Sarah Palin. Here he is resting in the lamplight. It was such a perfect holiday-season-cheer photo in person, but the lighting is weird.

Sam at Christmas

Sam I Am is still a handsome doggie. I worry that he might not see another Solstice, but he's had an excellent run for his money this time around.

My Nephew Pierre Raul

OK, this might be the last picture of Pierre I post. For now. For right now. For the next few minutes, anyway.

Pierre checking out Sam

You could say this is a picture of me and Ginger by the tree at Christmas. Or, as I have done, you could elect to experience this as a picture of Pierre sniffing Sam's butt in greetings.

Pierre et Moi

I told you. I love this little dog.

More Pierre Pictures

Isn't he the cutest dog EVER?!?!?!!

Egg-Eye

The night shift at the verandah have been on an industrial go-slow for a while now. Egg production has ground almost to a halt, but here we are doing egg-eye with the proceeds of the previous night.

Peabody Duck March Video

Not to be confused with the Battan death march and not quite parallel universe travel, but maybe close. If you are ever in Memphis you should see this. Just so you can say you've seen it.

Ben and Mary -the Cinderella Team

This is really the last Cinderella Coach set of pictures. The horse's name was Ben and the driver's name was Mary. Or so she said.

The Cinderella Coach -Part II

More pictures from the Cinderella coach. Our horse's name was Ben and our driver was Mary.

House of Mews

The House of Mews takes in abandoned cats and keeps them until they are adopted or die of old age. Marilyn and Raymond-Wamond-Whiney were most impressed with the cats, but Raymond had one word for the house staff: VENTILATION.
We were surprised that nobody walked away one cat heavier.

"Duck-Palace" on the Roof

This is the "duck palace" on the roof of the Peabody Hotel where the small sord of ducks lives. It's kinda cute, but hardly palatial. Steffie is with me here, freezing. She's such a sport :)