Osa’s Photo Shoot

Osa was not happy about the blog entry that featured photos of her son Tevez.  She demanded her own editorial with creative imput.  Here is the result.  It was a late night shoot on her bed/living room couch. Hope you enjoy it.

Tevez

He is as dumb as a brick.  But he is sweet, attentive, loving and lovable and as you can see, beautiful.  He is also hopelessly devoted to his nutjob of a mom.  What is not to love?

Another Beautiful Day in BA

We just finished up another (almost monthly) long weekend.   We got a taste of everything this past weekend as far as weather is concerned.  Saturday it was stuffy and humid and hot (27C/86F).  Saturday night the wind blew through and it rained and stormed (we have intense thunderstorms here, I love them) for hours on Sunday. The rain brought much cooler temperatures. (10C/50F)  And this morning we woke up to clear, bright and almost periwinkle skies.  Just gorgeous.

We had friends over for an asado.  Excellent food, wine and happy children and dogs.  Osa was especially happy because one of our guest loves dogs (more than we do apparently) and and she indulged Osa and her “problem” for several hours today.  Osa didn’t even mind if the ball went into the pool, on a day like today she was happy swim for it.

Today’s holiday was Dia de San Martín.  General José Francisco de San Martín Matorras is kind of like what George Washington is to North Americans.  He is considered the father of Argentina except in a mercenary kind of way.  He was the go to guy if you were a Spanish colony and you wanted to be liberated.  He also battled extensively in Chile and Peru.  He along with  Simon Bolívar are widely credited with throwing the Spanish out of South America.

Argentines celebrate with an asado which always implies family and friends. Followed by watching futbol which always implies a siesta.

My dog likes rocks

We have two dogs: a four year old German Shepherd and her 6 month old son. Osa and Tevez. Osa means bear and she looked like a little one (Osita) when she became part of our life. Tevez is a more unorthodox name for a pet here in Argentine in that his namesake is a villa boy done good making his way to playing for Manchester United. Most people name their pets after animals (Osa, Zorro etc) or descriptive words (Morocho-dark, Flaco-skinny), usually not human names and never scrappy futbol players. Our Argentine friends give us weird looks when we tell them his name. While Tevez maybe be sweet and not so intellectual like his namesake, he does not have any of the ball aptitude of Carlito Tevez or for that matter his mother, Osa.

Osita is a compulsive retriever. She would do this all day if she could find some one to indulge her. I am pretty sure she likes chasing flying objects more than food, water and human companionship. If a ball is not available she will find a rock (any size rock will do, even potentially jaw breaking ones). She loves to have the rock thrown into the river or pond where she will expertly swim to the approximate location of the entry point of the object and dive (not unlike a bear diving for salmon) and retrieve a rock. I don’t know if she realizes it is usually not the same one. If balls and rocks are not available, sticks, also of any size (anywhere between 3 cm to 3 meters), will do. If we are somewhere she can’t find any of the above, dirt clogs, fruit off a tree or burrs will do. We are all pretty good at ignoring her despite her begging. Soon after scaring the shit out of any stranger that comes near the house with vicious and insistent barking, she realizes this is a perfect foil for her game. In desperation she has been know to present balls or rocks at the feet of the horses, apparently not realizing they are even stupider than she is.