Introducing Lunes

Her name is Lunes, she arrived yesterday, to try to bring some life into our home after someone took off with our beloved Fabiana on Easter Sunday.

What a change! We inherited Fabiana with the house, all grown up, and used to being on her own, living outside, and just demanding a lot of affection whenever we were outside the house.

This is a whole different ball game. Lunes is one month and a few days old, the last of her litter of Weimaraners from some guy who sells them out of Maldonado. I had been growing increasingly nervous at being at home alone, with no Fabiana, watching how our yard reverted to the birds (the uber territorial teros, the woodpeckers who are not content with the yard but actually want our house, etc.) and then yesterday a mean evil crucera snake showed up in our bbq area downstairs, proof that we needed a dog (or two, and a cat, and some chickens) ASAP. So I googled "Uruguay cachorros", meaning puppies, I clicked on the Mercado Libre link that showed up (our equivalent to Ebay), and within a couple of minutes I was congratulated on my purchase.


I called the guy on his cell phone. "Do you have transportation?" I asked. He said his motorbike was in the shop being repaired but that he had the car. "OK, can you drop whatever you are doing now and drive to Punta del Este right away with the dog? If you can, you got a deal," I said. "It´s an emergency."

Barbi was on standby, waiting for the word to go pick up the dog in Maldonado, but instead, he rushed to the ATM, withdrew the money to pay for the puppy and was home in what, maybe two hours tops since my initial googling. Not bad, this technology. Now Lunes is sleeping on my lap, and I´m wondering how the rest of the day will go. I already had to close the living-room door so she doesn´t drop into the abyss from the stairway landing that has very cool steel wire symbolic guard rails. In the living-room floor she has shown a predilection for my irreplaceable tribal rugs from Turkey, pulling at the wool yarn and trying to chew off the applique wool flowers.

The Ikea storage box was great for yesterday evening when she was exhausted and only wanted to sleep. Now she´s mastered the art of jumping out, with or without the pillow-towel mattress. The shower stall, which is not too confined, easy to clean, etc., feels lonely to her and prompts the high-pitch wailing... anyway, I can´t complain I guess, as long as Lunes is here it will never feel too lonely anymore.