Showing posts with label HALO Helping Animals Living Overseas. Show all posts
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Friday, March 9, 2018

Hectic time in paradise!

Sunrise from our upper deck - March 3rd
It's been a hectic week, but Wednesday was probably the craziest day. Our house was busy with friends coming and going from early morning to late afternoon.

Eileen Regn, H.A.L.O. (Helping Animals Living Overseas), stopped in to help with the paperwork for our second dog, Max, to travel to his new home in Phoenix. Maxie and I travel next Wednesday. It's a bittersweet goodbye to the little guy. He's a sweet boy, but two dogs are too much for Lawrie to have underfoot with his medical condition. 

Ismael Yam, new doors in bedroom/bathroom
Our friend, Neil Fox, dropped by in the morning to try and sort out my Facebook account. A nasty virus came through from one of those "please pass this important information along to all of your friends," group messages that I never open nor do I pass along, yet my account still got the virus. 

Neil is hopeful he can resuscitate my account with his top 10-hit list of how to kill a virus. In the meantime, I can neither answer anything on Messenger nor comment on anyone's posts.

Beautiful barn-door for our bathroom
As Neil was working on curing my computer, Gerry Haas and Patty Magrini arrived with a batch of her homemade pierogis - she thought we were looking skinny. Yummy treat! Thanks, Patty! And thank you, too, Gerry, for being her chauffeur.

Richard and Linda Grierson, Lawrie's sister and brother-in-law, popped over to see how things were progressing. 

Then, a wonderful surprise in the form of Lyn McGrath appeared at our front gate. She was walking from Centro to her home in South Point and just thought she would stop in for a chat. What a delightful gift to spend some time with her. 

While our various friends were arriving, chatting, helping out, fattening us up, and then leaving, two ladies were valiantly trying to clean up the construction dust and grit. The changes and renovations to our lower floor are 99% complete, and we are mostly moved in and organized. 

It's odd, we have lived in this house for almost ten years, but now it feels like a whole new location. We have to rethink where to put things. Do we really need to keep that? When was the last time we used a particular item, a piece of clothing, or an oddball serving dish? Many, many things have found new homes this week.

Sparky and Max, insecure and hiding
Our two dogs are apprehensive about the changes. Why are you moving my bed? What did you do with my toys? 

Max has a new fur-ever home in Phoenix, and I am taking him there next week. He doesn't know, of course, but his new roommate is a beautiful young lady by the name of Willow. She has to be one of the prettiest dogs I have ever seen. We are hoping it is love at first sight.

And finally, just as we waved a thankful goodbye to the cleaning ladies for leaving us with a fresh, dust-free home again, our good friend and contractor Patricio Yam, and his son Sergio showed up with the new air conditioner for our bedroom.   
Willow, waiting for Max to arrive. 
The house had been clean for at least five minutes, and now the chip, chip, chip starts again!  

Houses in Mexico are made of concrete. 
Any changes involve a lot of chipping, noise, and dust. We all had a good laugh over a glass of wine about their timing.

That's what we love about living here, the caring and helpful family, friends, and neighbours. 

Cheers, Lynda, Lawrie, and Sparky



Lawrie - trying out our new bistro bar stools 


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Friday, February 23, 2018

Sometimes life throws you a curve-ball

Max, September 2017
About nine months ago, we adopted an adorable black and white part-terrier part-whatever dog, because he looked like a cousin to our almost-famous Sparky, plus the new guy desperately needed a home.
He was known in his neighbourhood as Max, although I think he should be called Hoover because the dog enjoys his food. He had been living rough for five years, sleeping in the street until someone accidentally ran over him in January of 2017.

Max - January 2017
Dr. Delfino Guevara and his dedicated crew at Clinica Veterinaria de Isla Mujeres patched him up, and Eileen Regn of H.A.L.O. (Helping Animals Living Overseas) found him a caring, but temporary, foster home on the island with fellow Canadian Sylvie Staines. Then, when Sylvie returned to Canada in May, Eileen began actively looking for a new fur-ever home for Max. We said, "Sure, we’ll take him."
He’s a very affectionate little guy. He worships Lawrie as the first man who ever treated him kindly, and Lawrie loves him.
Lawrie and the boys! Sparky and Max
But in January of this year, my sweetie, Lawrie, was diagnosed with a debilitating neurological disease. The left side of his body doesn’t get the messages from his brain as quickly as the right side does. It creates serious stability and mobility issues for him.
Max likes to run and greet Lawrie with his paws on his knees, or to spin in happy circles. It’s just too risky for Lawrie to have so much activity while he is trying to move around in the house. 
From existing on the street for five years to living inside a house, Max has progressed well in the nine months that he has been with us. The funny thing about street dogs is that, besides not knowing how to behave inside a house, they don’t know how to play. We have taught Maxie to play fetch with a tennis ball, and he enjoys it. He swims in the oceans, runs up and down the beach, and fetches anything he can, including discarded plastic bottles and other bits of ocean junk.
Max - learning to swim

He is housebroken, which he wasn’t, but he will have to adjust to your schedule. We are early risers, and the boys zip out for a quick pee before we have our morning coffee, then we do a longer walk before breakfast, later a short afternoon respite for them and a writing break for me, and finally a quick pee before bed. Once he settles into the new routine, you will find that he is quite capable of ‘holding it’ for quite a few hours. He just needs to know what to expect from his new family. If you have a fenced yard, well, that would be doggy heaven for him!

Sparky and Max in our carito de golf
Maxie is still a little timid with new people until he gets to know them better. Having said that, we have recently had eight men working in our casa on Isla Mujeres for two weeks, creating a main floor bedroom and bathroom for us to accommodate Lawrie’s reduced mobility. Max has been totally calm and accepting of the guys coming and going all day.

The first time I tried to put a harness on Max, he was very nervous, but now he knows that it means he is going out for a walk or a ride, and he is happy to cooperate. He walks very well with a leash and harness, better than Sparky, who likes to pull me where he thinks we should go. The biggest difference that we notice between the two male dogs is, Sparky will add his ‘mark’ at least thirty or forty times on a pee-walk, while Max usually has a huge pee and just gets it done! The look of pure relief on his face is comical.
 
Max on left - Sparky on right. 
Max had to figure out how to climb or descend stairs, which were a big mystery to him. Learning to get into a golf cart or a car was another new experience, and going for a ride has become one of his favourite activities. He will play fetch for hours with a tennis ball. I say, “Ready?” Then toss the ball, and he will bring it back. “Drop the ball.” I pat him, and he’ll do it again, and again. When he’s had enough running, he will keep the ball and carry it back to the golf cart.

 
Sparky and Max unsure about the renovations
He enjoys his big comfy bed and his toys, which would go with him. He still carries his very first toy that Sylvie gave him a year ago. The blue and grey elephant is dog-eared and dirty; repeated washings are unable to remove his loving slobber. It’s his favourite. I have to check his mouth before we go out for a walk, otherwise the elephant might be dropped and forgotten when an interesting bird or crab claims his attention.

Max greeting Lawrie at ferry

As for kitties, we had a black feral cat, E.B., who tried to move in about the same time that we adopted Max, but she decided that the rules were not to her liking and moved on. In the meantime, she frequently clawed Maxie in his delicate nose as she was passing by, so he has a healthy respect for cats, especially black cats. He hasn’t been a barker, but he likes to play-growl when excited. 

He needs someone kind and patient, and he will return your love a hundredfold. Giving him up is a heart-wrenching, but unavoidable decision for us.

Max is one of the characters in my next novel, Book #3 Tormenta Isla, as a dog rescued after the hurricane that hits the island. So, he'll be a semi-famous pooch that someone can brag about to their friends. I will include a couple of complimentary paperback copies of his novel for his new family.

Max, a cameo appearance in #3
We have asked our friends at Isla Animals and H.A.L.O. to help us find him a new home as soon as possible, as Lawrie’s condition is changing daily. Both of the animal rescue societies have the experience to get him to you, with the proper health certificates, anywhere in Canada or the USA. He has to be out of Mexico before the airline heat-embargo deadline in late April or early May. After that, pets aren’t allowed in the cargo hold until later in the fall.

We would really prefer it if Max could be re-homed off the island, as we don’t want him trying to find his way back to our house, but that condition is very negotiable. 

We’ll do anything to find Max a happy place to love and be loved.

If you are looking for a devoted pet who yearns to be your very best friend, let’s talk as soon as possible. Life tossed us a curveball, and we have to whack it back.
Hasta Luego
Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Max
 ~
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Book #2 in the Isla Mujeres Mystery Series

5.0 out of 5 stars
Fast and furious
By CA reviews on September 26, 2017

Yasmin and Jessica are back, and the gold they found in Treasure Isla is still haunting them, especially when Carlos, their boss at the Loco Lobo, and Yasmin’s new lover, is kidnapped. No spoilers here, but his captivity and the girls’ efforts to free him, with the help of Carlos’s pals—including local Isla Mujeres fishermen and a Mexico City cop—are the crux of this fast-paced story. Lock has created not only a compelling and authentic setting but a well-developed ensemble cast. The next Isla mystery can’t come fast enough.
 Treasure Isla - where it all began!
5.0 out of 5 stars
Captivating and authentic
By CA reviews on September 26, 2017


This was a truly fun in-the-sun kind of mystery, with an authenticity that was simply captivating. Set on the island called Isla Mujeres, not far from the better-known Mexican resort of Cancun, it follows the misadventures of two girlfriends, who on a drunken binge manage to wander onto the grounds of a cemetery and find a treasure map stuck in a crevice of an old pirate tomb. Jessica, from Canada, and local pal Yasmin both work at a tourist bar/restaurant called the Loco Lobo. Soon, their boss Carlos and a handsome attorney named Luis are involved in the girls’ illegal hunt for pirate gold. Toss in a bad dude running from a string of crimes in Key West, and it’s the start of an addictive new mystery series.






Friday, August 18, 2017

There’s Trouble in paradise … big trouble!

New Year’s Eve is a magical time on Isla Mujeres, especially this year after the stormy events of the past few months. After their chaotic hunt for the pirate treasure and a close encounter with a serial killer, Kirk Patterson, Yasmin, and Jessica deserve a ladies’ night out.
Hungover from a night on the town, it is late in the afternoon before Yasmin starts to worry that her boyfriend Carlos hasn’t been seen all day. And then the texts start coming:
“Give me what I want!”

I’m just darn excited, or as my great-niece, Ellen, says, I’m pumped! 
My second novel, Book #2 in the Isla Mujeres Mystery series, Trouble Isla, is available on Amazon e-books as of today. It’s the sequel to Book #1, Treasure Isla
Both adventures are set on Isla and feature a group of close friends and an island rescue-mutt, who just happens to closely resemble our little divo Sparky. He’s is a scene-stealer once again.
Then, while I am basking in the after-glow of finalizing book #2, Lawrie grins at me and says, “Now you can finish editing your historical novel, Named by the Enemy
Then start on book #3 of the Isla series, oh, and finish the sequel to The Adventures of Thomas the Cat, and start the children’s book about turtles that you and Julie Goth are collaborating on.

Bally Hoo (Lima Wharf) in Trouble Isla
Ah, the challenges of being a self-published author. 
It sounds so easy: write a little book, and publish on Amazon e-books, then wait for the piles of dinero to roll in. Sounds good, right?  Em, not exactly. 
There are apparently over 35 million titles available online and thousands more being added daily. It’s an extremely competitive industry. Sitting back and waiting to become rich just doesn’t cut it, unless you happen to be a New York Times Best Seller.
Lawrie and I at Javi's Cantina, in Trouble Isla
So, after coming up with an idea for a book, then writing the story, a self-published author also has to be the marketing director, the publicist, cover designer, book designer, editor, and webmaster. Or you can pay people to do these jobs for you before you have sold even one copy of your absolutely-guaranteed-to-be-famous best-seller

Proofreading is not my strong point. Family members and close friends are repeatedly pressed into service reading and re-reading the manuscript, looking for errors. Thank you again to Linda Grierson, Richard Grierson, Rob Goth, and Julie Goth for your assistance. And a very special thank you to Julie's mom, Shirley Andrews, who corrected my haphazard punctuation yet again. 
Abandoned condo featured in Trouble Isla
Then, if the self-published author decides to print that soon-to-be-famous novel, a different set of skills will need to be mastered. Design the book. Find a printer at a price you can afford. Proof the sample. 
Guestimate how many you might realistically sell. Take the leap of faith and place the order. Get the books shipped directly to your spare bedroom, or shipped in small increments to an organization like Amazon, which, by the way, will charge for selling, storing, and shipping. Amazon will also double your storage fees after six months, and ultimately will kick your unsold books out at twelve months. If you aren’t a superstar, out you go!   
Abandoned hotel featured in Trouble Isla
The upside of being a self-published writer is that you get to control every aspect of your work. You are the boss. 
And for the times you are stuck, really stuck for a solution, there are writers’ groups comprised of generous people who are helpful to newbie authors like me, offering insights and advice on a wide range of problems.
Fortunately, Lawrie and I have a bit of experience in managing small businesses, and the same basic principles apply; the end goal being to make more money than you spend. Soon, one day, maybe. But in the meantime, it’s an enjoyable adventure learning fresh skills and meeting different people. 
I hope you enjoy my newest novel, Trouble Isla. I had a lot of fun writing it. Book #3, Tormenta Isla, will have something to do with a hurricane, and you will meet our two newest additions to the family zoo, Max and EB the cat
 
Lawrie, protecting the boys from E.B.
Max is another island rescue dog that looks like he could be Sparky’s third-cousin-once-removed, but he is totally different in personality. Max is shy around men, except Lawrie. He is eager to please, loves his food, and likes to sleep a lot.
EB is a four-pound black cat that adopted us a month ago. She then went on a campaign, terrorizing Sparky and Max by sharpening her claws on their tender noses and sleeping in their beds. The dogs named her EB, short for Evil Bi**h.  
After two weeks of feline intimidation, we begged the local vet, Dr. Delfino, to let us increase the population of his pet sanctuary by one small cat. He reluctantly agreed. He already has dozens of homeless black cats. 
We happily waved goodbye to EB while Sparky and Max did a happy dance around the cat carrier. 
The E.B. sleeping in Sparky's bed
Five days later, she engineered her escape and was back in our courtyard, yowling for attention.
Sparky is depressed; The EB is back! 
Max is scared peeless to be within ten feet of her, but she’ll provide a bit of comic relief for book #3 of the Isla Mujeres Mystery Series.

Cheers from paradise
Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, Max


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Friday, May 26, 2017

The little castaway Iza who captured the hearts of thousands


Iza and Eileen
This is a love story, about a helpless little creature who began life with the odds stacked against her, and has not just once, but twice defied fate and survived.

When islanders first became aware of her plight, it was as one of the four raft puppies found in November 2016 by a group of island fishermen. Discovered floating miles from land south-east of Isla Mujeres, the fishermen are convinced the raft originated from Cuba
 
When the men noticed the large raft drifting aimlessly on the Caribbean Sea, they could see something on board but couldn’t quite make out the shape of the thing. They decided to investigate as they were concerned there might be unconscious, dehydrated Cuban refugees on board. What they found was a scrawny dog.


Mama Chica - November
Pulling their boat alongside, they lifted the dog from the raft, and then, as almost an afterthought, inspected a pile of rags heaped on the makeshift boat. Hiding from the sun’s blistering heat were four badly dehydrated and sunburnt puppies, two males and two females. 

The men named the bone-thin mother Mama Chica and took the entire family to their fishing co-operative on Isla Mujeres.

One of the puppies - November
One of the fishermen knew Eileen and Doug Regn, caring islanders involved with HALO (Helping Animals Living Overseas), an animal rescue organization. The man gave Mama Chica to Eileen to nurse back to health. Once Eileen saw the condition of the mother, she went to the co-op to investigate the health of the puppies. After a lengthy discussion in a mish-mash of English and Spanish, the fishermen agreed to give her all of the animals.

Getting a bath and some loving - November

Mama Chica and her babies were taken to the HALO-funded Clinica Veterinaria de Isla Mujeres, where Dr. Delfino Guevara and soon-to-be-certified DVM Rossely Gonzalez gave them extensive checkups. Then it took several months to get the little family healthy. Eileen had to be careful how much medication she gave the fragile creatures. Besides dehydration, starvation, ticks, fleas, and sunburnt skin, they were infested with worms in intestinal colonies so huge the masses looked like baseballs when the dogs expelled the parasites.

Recent photo Dory - Lisa W. 
As a nod to their seagoing adventure, the babies were given “sea names” of Nemo, Sebastian, Dory, and Ariel. When their health improved, the babies and their mama were adopted by new families. Dory went to Washington State, Nemo, Sebastian went to Minnesota, Mama Chica went to Cape Cod, and the last one, Ariel, now re-named Iza, was scheduled to go to her new home in Denver.

And then life threw the little girl another fastball, knocking her down yet again.

Her adoptive family, Jason and Kelly Cooke, plus their two boys, wanted to get to know her a little before she made the transition to her new country, new home, and new people. 

The night before departure, they attempted to take her for a walk in the area of Isla 33 condos. She panicked, slipped out of her harness, and frantically raced away.

Devastated, the Cooke family searched the neighbourhood, then called Eileen and Doug, who joined the search. Heavy-hearted, they flew back to Denver the next day, without their newest family member.
Reward poster for Iza 

In the meantime, Eileen went into battle mode. She offered a reward for the dog, plastering advertisements and photos around the island. She posted the information on every possible Facebook group. She investigated over thirty sightings of similar dogs seen at diverse locations on the island. 

All similar in appearance, just not the right dog, not Iza. 

The family in Denver contacted her frequently, asking for news, offering moral support.

 Baby Ariel/Iza in November
As the weeks wore on, Eileen persisted in her hunt for the puppy. “It’s an island, for heaven’s sake. She has to be somewhere on Isla Mujeres.”

Then, recently, late one afternoon, Monica MacPherson happened to be driving to her vacation home at the southern end of the island. She messaged Eileen that she had seen a similar dog near the Aguakan wastewater treatment plant on the eastern side of the island. Eileen waited until dusk and went to investigate.

A brown dog shot past, running flat out, then ducking back under the thick undergrowth. Eileen showed her poster to the older man, who is the live-in security for a property near the Aguakan plant.

“Si,” He agreed, demonstrating with his fingers that the dog’s ears often stood up tall, like those of a deer.

Security man who helped Iza 
Eileen nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, yes. Iza.” Using her hands to mimic Iza’s large ears. In the past few weeks, the man had left the dog a bit of food, so he was certain it was her.

Eileen returned carrying Iza’s dog dish, her favourite foods, and a blanket that smelled like her litter mates. Eileen also brought along two of her own dogs that Iza was comfortable with, letting them pee in various areas so that the little dog could catch their scent.

One evening, she sighted the dog and called her. The dog stopped, looked back, and then ran. Another evening, Daniel, an employee at the Aguakan station, managed to snap a couple of photos with his phone. Yes, it was definitely Iza.

Brother Nemo
Determined that she was going to entice the dog to come to her, Eileen dressed in thick jeans, a long-sleeved shirt as protection against nighttime invasion of mosquitoes. She wouldn’t use insect repellent, worried that Iza wouldn’t be able to catch her scent. She rubbed cooked chicken on her hands and set a food dish beside the gate of Aguakan. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a dark shape crawling on her stomach towards the front of the golf cart.

“Iza,” Eileen called softly, and the dog launched herself into Eileen’s arms, crying and whimpering. Iza squirmed and spun ecstatically. It was a struggle for Eileen to hold the dog. She managed to get a lead around Iza’s neck and set off home with the relieved pooch excitedly snuggling in her lap as she drove.

Brother Sebastian
It had been a long six weeks for Eileen and Iza since the pooch had panicked and run, a very long and stressful six weeks. At the house, Iza barged into the yard, charging through the gate to greet her housemates, Eileen and Doug’s collection of rescue dogs, all with their own interesting life stories. 

Iza is a kisser. She kissed every dog and the two humans many times to express her gratitude and happiness.

You would think that this would be the end of Iza’s story, but there are more and hopefully happier adventures ahead for her. Her adoptive family, Jason and Kelly Cooke, are overjoyed that she has been found. It will be a few months before Iza can fly to Denver, but her new family is eagerly waiting for her arrival.

And as for Eileen, she says it is heart-wrenching to let any of the rescue dogs go.

Saying goodbye to Mama Chica 
When she took Iza’s mom, Mama Chica, to the airport, their protracted goodbye in the cargo area had all the staff in tears. Mama Chica wrapped her paws around Eileen’s neck, hugging her close. 

Eileen said the dog was making a humming sound that jolted her heart with sadness. “I just can’t keep every dog we help. There is a seemingly endless number of pooches who need our assistance and love.”

Eileen’s eyes were bright with tears, her voice thick with emotion. “Iza will be well-loved by her new forever-family. I have to let her go on to her next adventure.”

It’s a true love story.


Hasta Luego 
Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Max






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