French Canadian Francine

Leaving San Pancho, we started a marathon adventure South into new territory for both of us.

(No hunting the jaguars, okay!)

To prepare for hours on the carretera, we made some mandatory stops in Puerto Vallarta for: much craved SUSHI, cigarillos and Mexican Mochas! (Tight timeline folks… 😉 )

Next destination: Punta Pérula en La Costa Alegre – a very fitting name for a long stretch of ‘joyful, happy coast’ in the state of Jalisco.

Parking it at the ‘Red Snapper’ RV park, we arrived, yet again, just in time for sunset, a happy hour swim, cervezas…and… a dog?…

This was the third black stray dog that had befriended us during our trip. Was it a sign…Maybe the third x really is the charm?

The lil tamale stayed by our side the whole stay; slept in the van, took a liking to the floor rug…or maybe she wanted the chicken milanesas?… She kept hopping into the van like it was home sweet home.

After picking out her ticks, giving her a bath and Dr. J taking care of her eye infection, the adoption conversations began…

Maybe if she’s still there in the morning, posiblemente we’ll decide over the next coffee… or was it every other person on the beach who kept asking if it was ‘our dog‘…

Our neighbor, French Canadian Francine, put us over the edge, “Do-a-something good eh? You take that dog, she’ll die here. I see her with you; it’s your dog.” …”Yes, good. You take her; she will have a good life now”.

Perhaps we couldn’t say ‘no‘ to Francine and her poofy little dog Be-Be. We’d be letting down all the Canadians at the Red Snapper really…

Those big, puffy eyes hopefully gazing into our souls, a hypnotizing stare urging “take me….” (sigh)…

Then, there were three…

Loading up the van with our new furry friend, waving goodbye to Francine, there would be a slight detour to find the next el veterinario.