dearest kids, Mom & wonderful gang, and superb friends,
These pics belong with the manners story.. that great day when Alex stopped saying ¨deborah, you ugly!¨
that little dog you see was in the courtyard the day we returned from buying the hinges.. the day the carpentor deserted two little guys and me in the real ¨peruvian¨market.. i just pretended to know where i was going. when we arrived home this starving puppy appeared out of nowhere... oh , my goodness!.. anyway i scooped him up and kevin, the strong determined to get a hug niño, took the plate from under a flower pot and we got him some water.. no amount of my pleading with the cook could get him to understand that we needed scraps to feed him ... but finally the directora saw the puppy and a bowl of soup came to what i thought was the rescue..
he wouldn´t even open his mouth.. i rubbed some goopy liquid on his gums not sure what to do ... i had to leave...couldn`t give him to you cath.. anyway by the time i left i had the assurance that the carpenter would take him home..
the next day i heard he had been killed..
i have no idea what happened.
sorry this is a sad story.. there are a few to be told but i have been dodging them for now.
i love you and am happy to have great moments to share.. and some truth.
all my love , mom, me....
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