I got to Uruguay last week and have been hanging out in a tiny town called Punta del Diablo, about 5 hours up the coast from Montevideo. It’s such a nice change after the hustle and bustle of Buenos Aires.
I usually go to the beach first thing in the morning, and the other day this little guy was hanging out with me.
I love watching what looks like pure joy in dogs. It made me miss Nola, the little dog I had for 6 years before finally giving her to a friend last summer. It was a tough decision, but I knew I couldn’t stay put and it was hard for me to keep shuffling her around. I know she’s happier now, but watching this dog run on the beach made me realize how much I love being around pups. I’m going back to Michigan in a few months, and I know I’ll see little Nola– but somehow that makes me a little sadder, just knowing that I couldn’t make it work with a nomadic life + dog.