Mozy

It was just another day on the Costa Alegre in Jalisco. I woke up in my sand patch, where the river meets the sea in Punta Pérula.

Passing time, chasing sand crabs and dragging around sea celeries, I saw them…

Two new visitors were approaching my beach. He threw a good stick and she gave a mean ear scratch.

They might be lost, so I showed them around…figured they might need someone to look after them.

After staying a while, the humans were growing on me. I always wanted a few of my own, but it’s a real serious responsibility.

This species is a lot of work. Sometimes ‘no’ means ‘yes’. They have mood swings, can be demanding, needy. You have to make sure they get enough exercise, give them enough affection. It’s a gamble adopting some, but I was feeling risky!

Rolling the dice, I took them in.So far, it’s going really well; my tail is wagging more than ever. I’m still deciding what to name them.

As for them, they like to call me “Mozy”.