This absurd winter incident happened last year. I swear these things only happen to me. Most of my friends have heard this story already (and laughed really hard) but if anyone other than my friends is reading this post, you will get a real kick out of this one. So, this past winter season I finally decided (30+ years too late but whatever…) to learn how to ski. My husband was ecstatic because for the longest time he insisted on doing some “sporting activity” that we could enjoy as a couple. Now, I am by no means a sporty kinda gal. Sporting genes are just not in me. I can barely walk, really. But I love winter and its sports and wanted to give skiing a fair shot. Plus, if I learned how to ski even a little, I would not spend gorgeous winter days alone while my husband is “courting” the slopes.
Our pup Nola came to us from Kentucky in February 2013, she was 7.5 weeks old. Nola is a Frengle – half a Beagle, half a French Bulldog. When the breeder delivered her (yes, he drove her to NY!), he said that Nola’s sister was also delivered to a couple in NY and that we should meet up for play dates…reunite the family, so to speak. I mean what are the chances of someone: #1 buying a Frengle (nobody knows what they are); #2 buying the pup from the same breeder; #3 two frengels from the same breeder ending up in one big NYC. Bizarre I tell you. Of course we wanted the two to meet!!… and also sympathize with the doomed couple…Frengles are a trip…they are insane in the membrane, tough breed to manage for sure.
This was our second time traveling to PR. We absolutely love it there. Our itinerary both times was arriving to Old San Juan, then flying to the island of Vieques and then back to Old SJ. Only 3.5 hours away from New York and still a U.S. territory, this place is a Caribbean gem. SJ is beautiful and has a very relaxing pace. Not slow, just relaxing. The island of Vieques is breathtaking – an eye candy. The La-La land.
It was a hard post for me to write, as I had to go back in time and review the traumatic events in my life caused by Nola, the crazy Frengle; an awkward mixture of a Beagle and a French Bulldog. Enough said? She was crazy as a puppy, is still crazy now, and will probably be crazy forever. Just look at the photos and sympathize with us. Nonetheless, we love her endlessly and at least she is not boring. When we decided to get a dog, we were firmly set on going to a shelter and saving a life. But dummy me had to stroll into a pet store in the West Village and stumble upon a Frengle…