We Live in a Zoo!
Posted by Tony & Cheri on September 4, 2007
Don’t get us wrong. We love our pets. That’s why when we moved to Mexico we brought Huggybear (our English bulldog) and our three cats, Shammy, Belle and Carib, on the 4000 mile journey. If it weren’t for them, we probably would have flown here. Carib passed away from old age about a year ago, but the rest of them are doing fine. But, since we live in a very small casita, we figured enough was enough.
However, when we were given Captain Jack the Parrot as a present, we couldn’t say no. Besides, Captain Jack lived outside in a beautiful cage, so she really didn’t add to the chaos of the house. However, as regular blog readers remember, Captain Jack flew away just before Hurricane Dean. We hope she is doing well and has found some other parrots to live with.
Still, we were left with a dog and two cats, and that seemed like plenty to us. Or at least to Tony. In April, while taking Huggybear for a bath at Paco’s, our favorite vet, Tony saw a kitten that Paco had up for adoption. It seems someone had brought a dying kitten in to Paco to be put to sleep. His eyes were so infected that Paco thought he was blind. He was weak, undernourished and had little chance of survival. However, the world’s best vet refused to give up, and by the time we saw the kitten, he was lively and well. Ugly as sin, badly cross-eyed, and probably with some long-term effects of his brush with death that we won’t even know for awhile, but alive and happy. Tony agreed with Paco that it was a pretty cute cat. He dropped off Huggybear and went to work.
Cheri went to pick Huggybear up a couple of hours later and returned already in love with the kitten. It didn’t take her long to convince Tony that they should adopt him. So the next day, a Saturday, we headed over to the clinic. They normally don’t work on Saturday, but we thought we’d take a chance. Sure enough, Paco was there and was delighted to hand us over the kitten. We took him home and named him Marley Buddha Mojito Francisco Hemingway Gumbo Head. We call him Marley Buddha, or Bood or short. He started right in terrorizing the older cats, demanding attention and playtime. For some strange reason, he bonded totally with our aged dog. The two of them became inseparable.
So we were back to a dog and three cats. That’s it. No more. No mas. Finito.
Then, five days ago, Tony was walking Huggybear early in the morning when he saw some people playing with a tiny puppy. He watched as the people then got into a car and began to drive away, leaving the dog on the street. He stopped them and asked if the puppy was theirs, and they said no. Tony picked the pup up. Someone had tied plastic Mardi Gras beads so tightly around her neck that it was digging into her skin. She wheezed, and mucus ran down the front of her nose. She was in bad shape. He brought her home.
While she drank and ate, we called Andy & Jen. Andy & Jen are some very nice people who opened up the Peanut Pet Shelter in Playa del Carmen not too long ago. When they find an injured, stray or unwanted dog (or cat), they take it home, get it medical care, and try and find a new family to adopt it. They do all this strictly on donations that people give them. And a lot of money and time of their own. They do it because they’re good people. We asked if they had room for one more puppy. Andy sighed, and said that if they had to, they could find room. We said, don’t worry, we’ll take the puppy to the vet and get it fixed up. If needed, we could even keep her for a couple of days until they had more room.
So, off we went to Paco with Gypsy. One of Andy & Jen’s rules is that if you find a dog, you must name it. Since our little one seemed to have been on the road by herself for a long time, we thought Gypsy was an appropriate name. Paco confirmed she was a she and that she would need to stay there 48 hours until antibiotics began to control her infections.
48 hours was Saturday. Paco called to say he wouldn’t be able to meet us at his office but that he would see us the next day and deliver us the dog. We were actually kind of surprised at how disappointed we were that we weren’t going to be able to see the puppy that day. We imagined her all locked up and lonely in a cage. 😦 After we started to talk about the “poor puppy,” Tony suddenly said, “We are NOT going to keep this dog. We don’t have room for a second dog.” This of course started us both thinking…maybe we should keep the dog! After all, as much as we have always loved New Orleans, a puppy wrapped in Mardi Gras beads was a sure sign. We decided we would take the dog for a few days “on condition” to see how she fit in with the family. If if didn’t work out, we’d ask Andy & Jen to find her a home.
On Sunday Paco called us to pick up Gypsy. She didn’t make it easy on us. She lept into our arms and proceeded to cover us with dog kisses. When we brought her home and introduced her to the rest of the family, her wagging, wriggling and racing through the house was uncontrollable. All the animals gathered together and proceeded to check each other out animal fashion. One big ole butt sniffing parade. After awhile, Shammy and Belle, the two elderly cats, wandered off to resume their normal routine. They had been through the new puppy phase ten years before with Huggybear and were not impressed. Marley Buddha was fascinated with this little thing that moved so fast. They raced around each other, Gypsy barking and Marley Buddha smacking her on the head with his paw. They seemed to be having a good time. Huggybear seemed to take to this little one the same as he did with Marley Buddha and began a tongue cleaning head to toe. It wasn’t long before Gypsy was covered in a layer of dog slobber.
We think it took four hours. Four hours of tail wagging, licking, barking, peeing on the floor (15 times the first night), and general chaos of Marley chasing Gypsy, Gypsy chasing Marley, and Huggybear slobbering behind. Four hours until Tony said, “That’s it, we’re going to keep her.” Cheri of course knew that all along. 🙂 So, we have a new member of the family. We thought another dog was the last thing we needed in our lives. It turns out that a brand new puppy was exactly what we needed.
Isn’t she cute??