Postdated, August entry
Upon our return from a "happy meal" at McDonalds, I jump out of the truck and make a bee-line for the back porch, knowing, in that way that unseen things are known, what was waiting for me. There it is. I don't mean the pool, I mean their DOG! The family was long gone, and in their haste their dog was forgotten. We were sure they'd be back in the morning to collect their "perro", so we collapsed on our beds. Our first night in our new home--a month after our arrival in Puerto Rico.
