As anyone who's been reading this blog for a while will know, I have 2 dogs and 2 cats. They're a total pain in the arse, to be quite honest, and constantly make my life difficult when I want to go away. The cats are pretty easy, but I can't leave the dogs on their own for more than a day, something that limits my ability to just up and leave on a trip. I did know and consider this before I got them, of course. But it doesn't change the fact that it's true.
Despite them being a nuisance I certainly don't regret giving all of them a home. I grew up with cats and dogs and love having my own.
And how could anyone regret having these little monsters?
Tonto and Kitty
Bella wanting to eat the neighbour's cat at my place in Santiago
And the dogs' first experience of deep snow, up at El Colorado a couple of weeks ago. Fun.
Fortunately, I've found someone I can trust in Santa Cruz who I pay to come and live in the house with his wife and 1 year old kid when I go away so the dogs don't have to go to kennels. It works out a lot cheaper for me and he's my vet's assistant so I know the animals are in safe hands. The 1 year old spent 10 days riding on the back of Bella (she's amazing with kids), whilst Sasha ran away and hid (he hates kids- too noisy). It was a huge relief when I left for Colombia knowing the house and the pets would be well looked after.
But I still missed them when I was away and was happy to see them (and vice-versa) upon my return. We went straight to my friend's farm for a walk and a swim in the river. Straight back to normal. I like that.