Palm trees and coconuts, ocean beaches and swimming pools, margaritas and tequila tastings, coffee beans, chalupas – sounds like they won an Ellen trip to a tropical paradise.  The old woman Slow and Pretty have been back for one day and The Red Man is already weary of the Vallarta Vacation Versions.  Frankly, my dear, etc.


Et tu, Brute?

Seriously, Pretty – you are gone for a week and The Red Man discovers you have another Pup in your life? Tucker, you say?  Tucker, ugh.  What a ridiculous name for a beagle.


Pooch Poolside Party?


Como se llama?

(which is Spanish for what are your names, you little hot mamas?)


Pretty was her usual adventurous self evidently

because that’s how Pretty rolls


The old woman Slow was, well,

the old woman Slow

A picture is worth a thousand words.

At any rate, Amigos, at least the lesbians made it home in one piece.  Missing one cell phone which Slow lost on the first day of the trip when she left it in the taxi going to the condo from the airport but she bought a new one today so all’s well that ends well, as The Red Man is fond of saying.

Thankfully, our babysitters were spectacular.  We had a platoon of caretakers this trip, and they kept us well-fed and entertained.  I must send Paw Snaps and Twirls to the Girls who came to Casa de Canterbury and helped us get through an uncertain time.  The Red Man and Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea and Spike love a routine and we all experience separation anxiety when Pretty and Slow aren’t around.  Not that they are all that, but when they are all you’ve got, you learn to overlook the little things like where are my treats from Mexico.


Pretty loved the Police in Puerto Vallarta

Hm…very interesting.  Pretty never loves the Police.


Now here’s a dog with attitude

on the beach at Sayulito…living the good life

Well, that’s it for moi.  The Ansel Adams of digital phtography took enough shots to last a lifetime and I’ve seen them more than once.  Sigh. Get me outta here Percy…vacations exhaust me.  Nap time.