Retire to Lake Chapala

Bubba





Let me tell you about Bubba. Every once in a while I go to this sidewalk cafe and get an espresso doble (double (1.25 usd)) and watch the people going by. Well one day there is this good looking big, black and white dog sitting right next to one of a small group of gringos having their morning coffee, chatting and solving the problems of the world. The guy went in to pay his bill and the dog waited outside for him wagging his tail all the while. Of course I thought it was the guys dog. He gets into his car to leave and there are 2 dogs waiting for him in the car. The big black and white just walks off, crosses the busiest intersection in town and disappears down the block. I ask the remaining dudes "was that a stray?" "yeah he's a pretty good puppy" is what I get. I go down the block after him and can't find him. 3 or 4 days later I'm back there and so is the big black and white boy except this time he snuggles up to me and I scratch his ears and tell him he's a "good boy". Well I have to go back to the office and tend to little business and as soon as I'm done I go back to the cafe and look for the big black and white boy. He's there and for the first time I notice a ring cut into his fur around his neck. The guy that Bubba liked told me there was a rope tied real tight around his neck and he cut it off. The puppy left, but he went down the street by the lake and I take off after him. After a couple of blocks and asking about the "grande perro negro y blanco?" (big black and white dog) I see him working the territory. I get him to come over and visit me, but he won't get in the car to "follow me home" so I pick him up and put him in the back seat so he can "follow me home". I get him back to the house and am scared about how, Stella, our totally spoiled little Boston terrier princess will feel about this big lug invading her territory. Well Bubba is sooo cool he sniffs and wags his tail and Stella ( the little princess) accepts him into her house. He won't drink, but a teeny bit of water and won't eat hardly anything. I take him and Stella for a walk in the morning and things are moving along OK. He won't hardly pee and definatly won't poop in the yard. Only on the walks. Judy was up north for a visit and I'm a little worried about the new dog is going to go over with her. Well she gets home and it was "love at first sight". She names him Bubba and they bond. He loves us (Judy mostly) and protects us. Stella has taught him to chase mice and lizards and that he really can do whatever he wants, like she does, but he's too good and is constantly trying to please. He barks at any man that comes near our front gate (women are ok). He's part of our gang now and we love him.