Do I Love You Do I?

Doesn’t One and One and One and One make Four?

 Hi, my name is Loquita (aka Loki, aka Skin & Bones).  I just turned four months old, but my life history could rival the most heart-rending country and western song.  My mama was dumped at Punta Lobos when I was still in her belly.  Things started looking up when a very nice family picked up my two brothers, my sister, and me,  and took us home.  They gave us food and water and short-legged folding chair to shade us, they also let us run free in the yard, getting up to all sorts of mischief.  Shortly after my big brother hit the road, our people started tying us to the fence with short leashes.  They didn’t like that we were hungry and picked through the garbage to find more food.  Boy, those dirty were diapers delicious!  

Next my little sister disappeared.  Well, the nice lady across the street brought us a bag of food and left with sis.  The two of them even came back to play with us all the time, and when we could, my brother and I would escape our ropes and sneak over to play with our sister at her house.

I guess my family liked that even less, they figured out how to tie us up so we couldn’t escape.  Nor could we escape the sun or our own pee pee and poo poo.  Most of the time we didn’t have water or food.  We cried, a lot. 

One day I was feeling really terrible.  I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t drink.  I was so scared.  The nice lady across the street picked me up and took me away.  She hugged me and told me it would be ok, but she took me to this strange man who stuck something up my butt, then he poked me with sharp things and attached me to a tube that he taped to my leg.  He took me away and stuck me in a cage and the nice lady left me there.  I was so scared, and all alone.  I felt like I was there forever! 

Finally, the lady came and took me home wrapped in a towel.  Now I am at her house, I get water and food, a soft bed, and I get to play with my sister all day long.  There is also this cranky old lady dog, and she snaps at me all the time, well, sometimes.  She sleeps a lot.

 I really want a forever family that I can love and watch over, I want to be someone’s constant, faithful companion.  I am really good with kids and I play nice with other dogs. I’m trying really hard to be a good dog.  I can walk on a leash and most of the time I can take treats nicely without biting fingers. I am also learning how to sit and lie down.  Most of the time I can get the nice lady to notice that I have to go outside to pee pee poo poo.  I love to play on the beach and I am already learning to swim.  My little sister told me that she was going to be 20-30 pounds when she grows up.  But she is La Pequeña, the runt of the family.  If I grow into my big dogs I will be at least 40 pounds.  That will be 40 pounds of love for my forever family!  

Oh – right now I live in Todos Santos, that’s Baja California Sur Mexico (yes, I’m a Mexican beach dog but please don’t hold that against me).  I am willing to relocate. 


Loquita Luna (Insert your name here)


There is one part of Loquita’s tale that I just can’t bare to share with her.  It breaks my heart to think I tried to find her a forever home, one that was not with her sister and me.  In one month I would back on the road, living in a 21’ RV with two dogs. I would be shifting my shape from homebody to gypsy once again.  I had no home, I had nowhere to go, my gypsy wings had already been clipped by the addition of Pequeña.

I tried, admittedly not very hard.  I had fallen hard for your sweet self, and to separate you from your sister seemed cruel beyond words.  I think this letter you wrote was the stake through my heart.  I was powerless.  This one-dog woman had become the puppy mama of three.


Do I Love You Do I?

Do I love you, do I?
Doesn’t one and one make two?
Do I love you, do I?
Does July need a sky of blue?

Would I miss you, would I
If you ever should go away?
If the sun should desert the day
What would life be?

 Will I leave you never?
Could the ocean leave the shore?
Will I worship you forever?
Isn’t Heaven forever more?

Do I love you, do I?
Oh, my dear, it’s so easy to see
Don’t you know I do? Don’t I show you I do
Just as you love me?
Cole Porter


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