Early mornings are not too hot in Paramaribo where daytime highs easily go over 100 in dry season, what they call summer, so Rusty and I like to sit out together.
If I pet him too much he gets annoyed and moves away. He is his own self, and knows what he wants. I try to respect his boundaries but I have a hard time keeping my hands off him.
Rusty’s pose expresses the passage of time in our Paramaribo apartment. We accomplish almost nothing but slowly Layne regains her strength. The landlord says the pool will get a ladder soon and I hope so as I want to go swimming. I’m hoping we’ll be tourists soon, as soon as Layne can get her strength back, but for now we do a little at a time.
Nothing much to report except a friend is coming to see Layne in two weeks and I will fly to Scotland on the 19th to attend my sister’s wedding and I’m very happy we’ve managed to sort that out. I’d never have gone and left Layne alone at this point.
Rusty’s hot spots started healing after just a day on the new medication I got at the vet. No idea what the stuff is but it dried him up immediately and he’s stopped licking the spots.
It looks ugly but it’s healing. The dark patch is the area we tried to treat in Brazil with less success so I apply the miracle cream there too.
And here’s a picture from San Agustin Colombia last year in that dog friendly country of fond memory where Rusty was welcome in art galleries museums and here at an archeological site:
Baja California 2021:
Webb Chiles overshadowed by himself:
Panama Airport to Colombia in the cabin:
First llama encounter Ecuador:
Swiss Wasi beach campground Peru:
Lake Sarmiento Torres Del Paine Chile:
Tolhuin, Tierra Del Fuego Argentina
Cabo Virgenes Argentina:
Carretera Austral, Patagonia, Chile
At home:
