A Side Trip

Female Handler had to go to Bogota a couple of weeks ago. She selected to stay in the oldest part of Bogota, full of culture, full of life! Here are a few pictures that reflect how important COLOR is for the people of this neighborhood:

FH asked this dog to stay there in the picture such that there was depth of scale. He stayed there for 15 minutes...

Anchorena

The Handlers took a road trip while the Abuelos were here to the Uruguayan Presidential Retreat up the road called Anchorena which is now a park open to the public on certain days of the week. This park was originally part of the estate belonging to Aarón de Anchorena (Aarón Félix Martín de Anchorena Castellanos) of Argentina who was one of the early aviators of Argentina. In 1907, the same year that Anchorena made the first ever flight over the Rio de la Plata, he also bought 11,000 hectares on the Uruguayan side for his family estate. During the subsequent years, he travelled the world searching and collecting unique species of plants and animals that would thrive on his piece of paradise. Consequently there are many plantings today originally from South Africa and Australia on the estate. 

Upon his death, per his request, the estate was given to the Uruguayan government as a retreat with the understanding that it would remain a public space for research and conservation. Supposedly in the next couple of years, the park will become an educational institute of sorts and so they might start limiting the number of visitors.

Here are a few pictures from the park:

Axis Deer

The view along the river northward

The President's Retreat

The Lighthouse

The view northward from the lighthouse

The lighthouse stairs looking down

The lighthouse stairs looking up

The view of the lighthouse from another point on the park

Freelancer

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I’m cracking the whip this weekend. I can only do so much with paws and cranking on this blog is tough without some help.

We had a visitor not too long ago.

The story has it that the Handlers were taking a Sunday walk up the Camino. At their turn-around point to head back home they encountered a beast sitting in the road as if waiting for the next bus into town. Female Handler (FH) was smitten from the first tail wag. Male Handler (MH) was wary.  

The beast followed them home and decided to hang around for a bit.

I was not happy about this situation. It definitely hindered my outdoor activities.

Even the goats were cautious. You can tell by Tontin’s Mohawk (his attempt to make his little goat body look bigger than it really is--something I can well relate to).

I ended up in a tree for about 45 minutes one evening because of that beast. Coming down wasn't much fun.

Finally by the evening of the third day, MH accepted the beast as a new member of the family. He even fed it. But the next morning the beast was gone. For the next week, FH would look out on the horizon searching  …. but he never did return. MH said he must’ve been a “freelancer”.

  

Freelancer or not, he sure quieted the goats down while he was here. They were on their best behavior. I'll even admit...that was nice.