In case it wasn’t clear that we’d left the land of the mini-pin and returned to the land of the big-dog, last week’s dog-a-POOL-ooza at our local rec center (health club) erased any doubt.
It was the final day for the outdoor pool to be open before the annual 2-week shut-down for maintenance (well, many-month shut-down for the outdoor pool which won’t open again until next summer) and everyone had been looking forward to the now-annual event for weeks.
Louise and David took our two—Yankee, the tico golden retriever, and GrisGris, the Australian cattle dog we’d taken down to CR with us from Maine—although GrisGris, in the end, declined to get in the pool.
(He used to swim in our pool in Maine all the time, so he’s not water-shy, but perhaps didn’t feel like sharing the pool with a gazillion other dogs. Yankee, on the other hand, was in heaven!)
Louise and David reported that the event was wonderfully planned — they even provided an endless stream of tennis balls! — and overall the dogs (and their humans) were wonderfully behaved. A good time was had by all.
Note, not a mini-pin in sight. (For those not in Costa Rica, the miniature pinscher, which looks like an extremely scaled-down Doberman, is practically the unofficial national dog. They’re absolutely everywhere. And there’s nothing wrong with that! It’s just nice to be back around our more familiar big ol’ galumph dogs that stand taller than a foot high!)
Enough about dogs, what about grandbabies? Aw shucks, as long as you asked. She’s doing wonderfully—seventeen months old— and growing so fast we can hardly believe it. (Still a little peanut, physically, for which I’m grateful every time I pick her up!) You can watch the wheels turning in her little head as that brain works overtime trying to figure out the world around her.
She’s talking up a storm, with a growing collection of words that are undeniably, unequivocally what they are. Then there’s another whole collection of words that someone else might not understand, but once you learn the meaning, it’s clearly “the word” for that thing. Then there’s the group of “words” that require much more attention to your surroundings since they have many meanings that are very context dependent (although, again, within that context they have a very clear and distinct meaning). Lastly, of course, is the vast array of completely unintelligible sounds that cause both sides frustration when their meaning isn’t understood, but that’s all part of the game, and those are actually becoming fewer and fewer as more and more real words shape up. And, of course, to add to that mix she has a good half-dozen words or so that she signs (interestingly, to the exclusion of learning to say the actual word) so lots of communicating going on. She’s a sweetheart and we’re grateful every day to be part of her life.
(If you really want a good dose of pix, check out the Avila page from the menu at the top of the page. I finally updated it with some more recent photos.)