There's never a dull moment with this pack....we're at the beach for days on end, then we take the biggest hike of my life. Good thing there's lots of time to sleep.
I've been getting acquainted with this town, checking my pee-mail at every opportunity. I met a beach dog named Billy, who reminded me of my good buddy Rosco back home (see picture). I didn't even mind that he was given some of my food. II think the rest of the pack has fallen in love with him. Maybe we will have another addition to the pack. I really miss Rosco! A skanky dog named Tammy Fay (see picture) often struts around the beach, though I don't trust her as far as I could kick her boney, flea-bitten ass.
I saw a strong black female pit today that was walking around like she owned the town. When another dog approached her she expected them to bow down low and slip under her to show respect. Not a chance I would do this so we kept far away. I heard that this dog looked just like "Bullet", the now famous dog from the "Hurtin' in Haliburton" that my predecessor Chica met up with. I don't think I like a dog named "Bullet". I did not like "Killer" when I met her either... What's up with these macho names bitches? Oh I forgot - this is Mexico!
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