Mexico Street Life vs. Gringo Camper Life

December 21, 2018

Most of the dogs I meet in Mexico tell me that they have an important job to do: protect the property. It doesn’t matter if it’s a car, a store, a house or a beach, or all of the above.

Sometimes I get this funny feeling when we’re hanging out. Like, I’m supposed to be doing something too. You know, like a job? Anyway, no es importante. I mean, looking so darn cute is no small task.

I’m not going to sugarcoat things. Most of the local humans are afraid of me, and the dogs here look at me weird when I try to play with them. It’s like, I’m speaking some sort of different language or something.

I don’t let these differences stop me from being myself and mixing it up. I like to see the bowl as half full. I see no separation or line in the sand… just opportunities like chasing waves, catching frisbees, and seizing the play-time moment.

Anyway, let’s face it, street life, or camper life, life’s too short. I once learned from a wise feline friend, something I have practiced since I was born and it’s been really helpful on this trip: “Be here. Be Meow.”


I am a 2-year old Australian Shepherd. I am also an entertainer and explorer with a focus on connecting with broader communities of dogs and people. I particularly love frisbee, swimming, trail running and TREATS!


  1. Comment by Christy Speirn-Smith

    Christy Speirn-Smith December 22, 2018 at 8:19 pm

    Your picture is priceless Oz!!! And being you is more than enough 😘

  2. Comment by Callie

    Callie December 21, 2018 at 8:06 pm

    Hahahah be here be meow. Such a wise dog you are, Ozzy boy. Glad you are living your best life, you deserve it!

    • Comment by Guided by Wolves

      Guided by Wolves December 21, 2018 at 11:27 pm

      Thank you auntie Callie! Say “hi” to the snow and Wonderland Hill for me please!

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