How To Flood Your Back Yard With No Effort At All…

This is Ali-muerzo, mouse over the pic to see what in means. She doesn’t like the computer very much.

It was 2:00 AM by the time we went back to bed.  It was a nice night, typical of our area in the spring, just a touch of chill in the air but otherwise perfect.  An hour earlier the shrill cries of a tiny animal woke us up.  Wicho (the family dog) was trying desperately to get to something on the other side of the fence and would not be calmed until someone went out and investigated.  I got up and grabbed my flashlight expecting to chase off a stray cat or something.  As I came around the corner of the house I could see the silhouette of something much smaller than a cat sitting happily in front of the gate and Wicho was down on his paws whining and whimpering on the other side.  I turned on the flashlight and this little fur-ball of a puppy came bounding up to me.

I am a Dog person, no doubt so I brought her inside and Karen and Wicho and I started cleaning the poor thing up.  She had more than 30 tics on her small body that we carefully removed (I know you aren’t supposed to do that, but I did ok).  Wicho would sniff her over and then whine and whine until we checked the spot he was sniffing and sure enought there was another tic.  We repeated this process with him until he was satisfied that they were all gone and then we gave her some water and food and a box and blanket to sleep in for the night.  The next morning we walked around the neighborhood asking if anyone had lost a puppy, as she couldn’t have been more than a month or two old and had to come from somewhere nearby.  No one claimed her and we took her to the vet to have her checked out and get medicated (she obviously had worms).

When we came home the boys saw the puppy and laughed!  They found her abandoned in the park near our home and she had followed them home, they left her outside until they could sneak her in later in the night.  When they couldn’t find her (because we had already brought her in) they thought she had left.

So she was homeless and Karen insisted that we keep her 🙂

Sorry for the blurry pics, they don’t sit still much.

Wicho loves her and will not leave her alone, they play and wrestle and she pushes him around all day long.  She is rambunctious and scrappy, and when you look at her tininess compared to Wicho’s hugeness you can’t help but laugh when she knocks him over or chases him away from a ball.  Their first night that we left them home alone together the partners in crime yanked a copper stand-pipe out of the concrete patio and flooded the back yard.  They were quite proud of themselves and had to show us their muddy mess once we got home.

We have a tradition of naming our dogs “dog” in a foreign language (Wicho is dog in tarasco) but we couldn’t have 2 dogs named “dog” so we thought we would call her Ali-muerzo… “lunch” because if you look at her she looks like Wicho will eat her for lunch.