Teddie and Marigold

After Juana I wasn’t sure I would want another dog. But life had something else in the line for me.

First came Marigold, when my daughter was around 5-years old. My husband really wanted a dog and we thought it would be good for Silkie to bond with a doggie. Marigold is a very sweet wheaten terrier. She is kind and calm.

A year and a half ago my daughter decided she wanted a dog that would sleep with her. That is how Teddie came to our lives. She is a force of life. A tiny Bichon-Poodle with the energy of thousand batteries.

My daughter slept with Teddie for a month. She didn’t want the doggie to get attached to me. After a month she asked for help. She felt isolated and was having trouble sleeping. It was not worth trying to do it by herself. I brought Teddie with me and the rest is history.

Teddie and Marigold follow me around and sleep by me. I love them. They play together all the time. They get anxious when they are not together.

They have enriched my life and they force me to get up and about on those days where all I want to do is to disappear in TV and card games.

New York’s weather has changed since I came 20 years ago. It doesn’t seem to snow as much as it did when Juana and I arrived. I also don’t run anymore and I moved to a different neighborhood, farther away from a park. I miss Central Park West more than I miss Chile or Colombia for that matter.

As an aside, I should mention that in Chile I went a bit dog crazy. I had a big house with a garden so I became a temporary puppy parent. I also rescued Romina, a tremendously beautiful dog, pregnant with puppies. Helping her give birth was wonderful. Rosario was another rescue. At some point I had 13 dogs of all sizes in the house…

When I moved to New York I had to find homes for them all. I wish I knew where all of them ended up. I hope they had a nice life.

What a lucky life to be accompanied by sweet souls like Juana, Rosario, Marigold, Romina, Teddie, Yuta, Milou, Hella, Sebastian, and many more!

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Dogs and writing

Motivation to write is to me a big enigma. I have been meaning to resume my blog with discipline as the necessary water I know I need to give my thirsty brain. Yet, only corny images like these come to mind. What to do?

Maybe focusing on something completely different from what I know I need to write about is the answer. So here it comes.

I love dogs. My grandfather used to have german Sheppards. They were outside the house and always a bit muddy and distant. But I always loved them. For some strange reason they were all called “Yuta”.

My parents also had german Sheppards and kept the name tradition. At some point they had the terrible idea of getting me a bunny. Long story short, the dog killed the bunny and I got to see that up close. To think about it, I didn’t have good luck with pets growing up. I got a tiny chick at a bazaar, and he died when he moved to my bed in the middle of the night. I got a dog, and someone opened the door to the street and that was it. Another one was a gift from a friend and her mother changed her mind and took it back.

None of that did diminish my love for dogs. For birds, yes, but not for dogs.

When I moved to Chile many years ago, I was walking to work with a friend when 2 hairless dogs came around. They must have been thrown out to die by the river but somehow found us. I promised I would adopt them if they came back to our path that night. And they did.

I only remember Juana as I had to find a home for the other one before they both ate the furniture and walls of my rental. Juana stayed with me until she died in 2013. She lived in 2 other houses in Chile and 2 apartments in New York. She was destined to have a good life. I loved her so much. She still has a facebook page: Juana the Dog. Check it out. She was a gorgeous latin american stray dog.

She walked with me through the Gates exhibit in Central Park. She ran with me by the East River. She enjoyed the snow and the heat.

She was one hell of a dog. I miss her. A toast to her and you all for a wonderful 2024!