Pushy

Pushy

Pushy belonged to my mother and used to run riot in the English countryside. Without walls containing her Pushy believed that roaming the country lanes was her rightly purpose and she would end up at all sorts of people’s houses. Most days were spent endlessly looking for her and others would be random people dropping her off at the end of the day having named her Marylin or something as they seemed to have bonded. She makes friends wherever she goes and is alaways up for an adventure. Being of this nature it made nobody want the responsibility of taking her when the time came. Having loved Pushy so much from the beginning I decided to take her and whisked her off to Mexico on our life adventure with Frida.

In Mexico Pushy thrived walking the streets on the lead with Frida but what she missed most of all was rubbing her belly on grass. There are not many parks in Merida and she wanted to roam free like she did in England. So when we got the Quinta she was mighty happy and rubs her belly on the grass and mud all day running around endlessly with the street dogs and being hounded by the puppies that come and go. She is in her element and loves the people of Seye and the kiddies. Mexico life really worked out for Pushy as she has a high walled garden of 5 acres so there is no where she can go. Her favourite thing to do is bark at Iggy the Iguana which is any Iguana in the garden.

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