Hi,
Friends, who read this blog
on a regular basis are wondering:
what in the hell happened to
her?
The short answer is Cuba!
Yeah, no kidding; I really
went to Cuba to visit a sister of my heart, who just happens to be the vice
president of ANIPLANT, the association in Cuba, which advocates for animals and
plants.
On Saturdays, in a park west
of Habana, any number of people bring their dogs to train, and visit with other
“dog” people.
After about thirty years of
earning my living as a professional dog trainer, I consider myself a connoisseur
of dog training styles, so watching competitors preparing for the Pan American
Dog Show was a lot of fun.
The heady days of Cuba’s
capitalist past peek out through once grand town homes divided into apartments.
People, dogs and cats hang out in the streets.
For old car fanatics, Cuba
is the best. My husband, Kirt, would have been toe tapping excited to the
sherbet array of colors an old Chevy can come in here.
Coming from the USA, aka the
land of billboards in your face, I missed all the roadside sales pitches. Fidelism’s grace Cuban roadside
billboards.
I have many stories to share
with you. It’s good to be home with Smoki, Blondie, Chi-Ping, Robert Redford,
and Lucky. We’re expecting company next week, so I’m going to make every effort
to get organized. Smile.
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