During our travels I’ve had the opportunity to call many places home.  Home has been in villages, cities, jungles, and nature reserves… on beaches, lakes and farms.  I’ve made a lot of new friends in these places that I now consider family; humans, animals and dogs alike.  Almost every place we stay, I am taken in like family.  “Mi casa es su casa” isn’t just a saying, and having a community where everyone looks out for one another seems to be very helpful – especially for my parents.  When they can’t go somewhere together (because I’m not allowed) somebody wants to lend a hand (and usually with lots of treats).  A security guard at a Zoo watched me for an hour.  It’s amazing how many treats I can eat in an hour.  A hotel manager watched me for a day in her home while I played with her new puppy.  I even hung out with a driver for a few hours while my parents climbed a volcano.  He shared his lunch with me (but I didn’t tell my parents about that part).  We were best buds by the end.  When my parents went caving, I stayed with the neighbors in our campground that I became friends with at a different campground.  The neighbors took me on long walks and swimming in the river.  They even had air conditioning.  My world was pretty small before we left on this trip, but my parents are giving me a little more freedom.  At the village dairy farm I got to be off leash and wander around unattended a lot of the time.  I played with goats, sheep and farm dogs until the cows came home (literally), and the roosters went to sleep (which they never did).  I’m enjoying connecting with and building a broader community.  I have different experiences that my parents and Boulder, CO couldn’t give me alone.  I think these experiences are building character and making me a more well-rounded dog with greater perspective.  I think it’s true what they say… “It takes a village to raise a dog.”