The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Hoooooolaaaa amigos! It has been a very long and sad rain here in Cornbeefwall with both ML feeling kind of down, but the last couple days have given us some esperanza, hope, that spring may be coming.

First today some sun on my bed, that was very nice. Still, I gave ML my Very Bored face…
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…so she said, “Vamos! Let’s go on a mini adventure!”. So we did!

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Here I am at St Agnes looking very dashing indeed in my St Patrick’s Day scarf. And look! The sea has started to go the special blue color that comes in springtime. Qué bonita!

It was quite windy, so we did not walk all that far, but the TARDIS had one of the best views in Cornwall, so we just stayed a while and enjoyed it from the inside. Where it is, claro qué sí, bigger.
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
I also noticed the amazingly clean dashboard. My car is covered in dog hair inside, bird
Do not worry, amigas @M.F., @Lab_adore, and @Jelinga, the TARDIS is quite dusty and hairy and sandy. ML and I are indeed very proud of our collection of Cornish sand! But the dashboard must be made of magic TARDIS material, because it stays clean nearly by itself. Kind of like me!

Today is not rainy but very blowy, so we had a short walk and a big play indoors with Donkey. He is a good amigo from Ireland who is ready for any adventure despite having only two legs. Qué bueno, this philosophy, sí? Now I am giving him a nice cuddle because it is important to remember to rest hard after you play hard. Ojalá!

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This photo always makes me think that our beloved dogs do visit. There is a reflection in the glass sliding door that looks like a yellow lab, sitting with his head tilted just like our first lab Benson used to sit

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They absolutely visit ❤ Axel has been visiting me a lot the last couple weeks, after a quiet spell. The other day I could really feel him and I asked Hugo, where is Axel? And he instantly looked right at Axel’s ashes and stared at them. They visit ❤
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Ohhhhh, so wet, it is so very wet…que podemos hacer, woe, what can we do, but sing the Very Wet Song, which goes Ohhhhh, so wet so very wet, oh woooooe! for a poor Spanish gentleman who hates the wet from above!

And for pobrecita ML who hates mud even more than I hate wet from above.

Today started out so well: we hit the road to The Rumps as there was a break in the rain, determined to do a two hour hike and maybe spot some seals (which I have already proven do not actually exist, but no matter). However, only 15 minutes into our epic adventure, we were met by a slippery wet staircase of doom (i.e. “mud”).

ML yelled, in quite an unladylike manner I must say: “Carbón, I hate #%*% mud and I’m sick of rain and next year we’re going to b%%^y Portugal in the winter!!!!!”

Do not worry, she does not mean it about Portugal - we love Cornbeefwall - but I think we have both been driven mad by no sun and MUD everywhere. De verdad, a Californian and a Spaniard - can you really blame us if we get a little loco?

I posed for one photo before it all went to the cucarachas.


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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
They absolutely visit ❤ Axel has been visiting me a lot the last couple weeks, after a quiet spell. The other day I could really feel him and I asked Hugo, where is Axel? And he instantly looked right at Axel’s ashes and stared at them. They visit ❤
ML here (because this is from long before Carbón came into the universe): I love hearing that Axel is keeping an eye on Hugo. ❤

When I first got Mama Jodhi as a foster (just Jodhi then as that was before puppy Brogan joined us), it was right after my first Rottie, Duncan, had passed. Jodhi loved to sit on my lap in my armchair.

The very first week I had her, I noticed that in the evenings, she'd prick up her ears (being a pit crossed with a Australian cattle dog, she had massive pointy ears) and look towards the kitchen/dining room and then track from there to a point in the living room. Which is exactly where Duncan used to like to lie down in the evenings, and at about the time he'd come in from the kitchen after dinner and settle in with me. She did this for weeks and weeks, so I'd just start to say hello to Duncan when it happened. That was the start of me talking to my dogs that had passed.

An odd aside, but about a year after Duncan died, I was in London at the British Museum and a man came up to me and said he could see guardian angels. That freaked me out and I was afraid I was going to be hit up for a 'donation', but instead he described Duncan to me. He said he could see a massive Rottweiler with oversized ears and a bandana sitting right next to me. And then he wished me a good life and left, pleasant as could be and didn't ask anything from me. I still don't know what to make of it exactly, but that whole trip I'd felt like if I just turned my head a little faster, I'd see Duncan - so what the stranger told me was weird, but comforting.

After Brogan died, I felt like they all (Brogan, Duncan, and Jodhi) visited me for a while. When it was nearly impossible to go for a walk by myself, but I needed to get out to not go nuts, I'd say, "Alright, who is coming with me?". Someone always took me up on the offer. 😊

Brogan especially still comes around. He was an inveterate traveller - more so than Carbón - and these days I feel him the most when we're on the move. He was the King of Italy, so it really felt like he was with us in spirit on our last trip. Now I think he's waiting until the Cornish sun comes out to join us on our adventures.
 
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