We scrambled mightily and were able to bust out of Dodge shortly after Christmas. Six days of driving including an overnight with family in San Diego, brought us to our new ( though temporary) casita late afternoon on the first. Ah! The relief of getting out of the car and the joy of having a wonderful, commodious house and yard in which to stay. All of us, Bella included, have slept like rocks getting on Baja time.
I had worked with Bella back at home training her to wear a muzzle so that beach walking would be possible. There were a series of warnings before coming here indicating a large influx of poisonous sea slugs on the beach and I didn't want my mouthy girl anywhere near them. Indeed, the beach is littered with them, though she has shown no interest. The muzzle, on the other hand, is a bust. She wore it at home begrudgingly but without incident. Here, she spent her time scrapping her nose through the sand trying to rid herself of the contraption. And let me tell you, the sand here is not soft and powdery, but small, sharp rocks. After two days and only two short walks, her nose was scrapped raw. Enough!
As the beach is not obliging anyway, there will be no more beach walks until they clear themselves of their poisonous contents. In the meantime, Bella and I have been exploring dusty back roads and loving it. She's off leash and minding well.
I am hoping next week to hook up with a group of women and their dogs to join them on their weekly early morning hikes. Bella is dog friendly and has already met many of her four-legged Mexican neighbors. There is one particularly scruffy little fellow whom she seems to be most enamored with. Unfortunately, we did not see him anywhere today. Perhaps tomorrow...
Our Internet connection here is quite "iffy," so though I will try to post regularly to fill you in on Baja life, my posts may be erratic.
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