Cori's Amigos

As most of you know, we have a dog. He came to me shortly following the death of Robbie our first dog....my heart was broken and we both knew it. Gene has come up with the term "Mexidoodle"when people in Victoria kindly ask what breed he is, as his roots run deep in the puppy mills of Mexico. He's in the words of our friend Capt Mike "Just a Mexican Mutt"...but he is our companion and a great source of fun, exercise and endless frustration. Like yesterday, when he ran under the front end of an ATV hurtling it's way towards us on Playa Larga. Cori doesn't know he's just a small dog, and likes to show that he's a macho guy when being "attacked", so he went for it with gusto. He must be one lucky pooch, because he rolled under the carriage, yelped and popped up on the other side, with only a minor scrape on his hip and back toes.

He has a pretty good life here in Mexico and has a new girlfriend. Our neighbour Eve has arrived with her 10 month old cockapoo "Frida"..she has fallen head over heels in love with Cori and arrives jauntily on our porch each morning and night to give him a kiss and enjoy some of Cori's food. Cori seems to be completely enamored with her and even lets her share his ball. He also has a pack of friends on the street who greet him each morning and evening on his neighborhood walks and a committed group of local nino's who wait for Cori each afternoon on La Madera beach to play ball with him.

We are very lucky to have a multicultural dog who listens to us patiently explain to him in English all of our rules, knowing full well that as a Mexican he has complete liberty to live his life "on the edge"...like all the other Mexican dogs in the 'hood. We just hope he doesn't decide to attack a fast moving ATV again...