What? No Sombrero!

Gosh it's been a while, hasn't it?

So Gail, you've been in Mexico, I believe?

Yes of course I recognised the volcanos Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl in your photograph.

And no, I really don't want to hear any more about the Christmas Day party at some 'secret beach', two miles down a rough jungle track in the state of Nayarit.

I think my readers will be more interested in learning about the Mexican dogs you met. Like this fellow who is licking the face of your friend Salvador.

As for these hairless (or nearly) Aztec pups, well, they might be an ancient breed, but they won't win any prizes for looks will they, even if Señor Diego Rivera did put one of them in a mural?

What about some photos of terriers then?

I cannot believe you did not see any terriers in Mexico City! Not a single one? Are you quite sure? Not even a wee handbag Yorkie in one of those stylish, upmarket mercados in Colonia Roma?

Well I guess we'll have to make do with this white schnauzer chap then. Although he does look a little bored.

Oh and you saw lots of Bichon Frises and other small curly haired types, all wearing smart woolly sweaters and out for walks near your hotel in the neighbourhood of Cuauhtémoc, but you failed to take any photos? Well Gail, I must say that was very lax.

So, yes, I was perfectly fine with Yvonne and then in the boarding kennels, thank you very much for asking.

And no I am not sulking because you did not bring me back a souvenir sombrero.

I am just tired and do not feel like posing today.