Obama, the ponies and the guava. Life at the farm.

Obama loves his life at the farm

Obama loves his life at the farm

I have a friend. My friend has a farm and two ponies. The ponies’ names are Horse #1 and Horse #2 (my friend needs help, clearly). There is a chicken at the farm, a very young one, his name is Obama (my friend really needs help). My friend also grows guava, hence the name of this post: Obama, the ponies and the guava.

Obama came to the farm as a happy accident. You see, my friend bought a special hen, one that lays green and brown eggs. He then got a very exotic rooster for this lady, one known to scare eagles away with his over sized confidence and ego. However, my friend had no experience with oviparous love making. After much trial and error mother nature in its infinite wisdom took its course, the hen figured things out on her own and this is how Obama was born. I choose not to elaborate on the naming of this chicken as it is irrelevant to the story. Obama and his folks now share the farm with two ponies that were gifted to my friend, but the poor things still have no name.

Life at the farm for these unique tenants is what South Florida is to snow birds: paradise. They enjoy lazy days under the sun, the shade provided by palm trees and the housing provided by an amateur farmer, my friend. From time to time they feast on low hanging fruit from the guava trees.

I don’t know much about guava but apparently there are over 100 species of this fruit growing all over the world. They come in a wide range of shapes and sizes…all I know is that they are good for you ๐Ÿ™‚

I love life at the farm, it makes you appreciate the very basics of life. The wonderful smell of the earth, the beautiful wisdom of nature, the sweet tenderness of motherly instincts, the loyalty that comes from dependency, the simplicity of happiness. My friend’s farm encapsulates the simplicity of life and the complexity of commitment.

I have enjoyed my first breakfast with greenish/brownish eggs laid by Obama…and they were good ๐Ÿ™‚

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Finding love online: Garepito

Moving from Miami to Middle Tennessee has been really tough at times. As much as I have grown to appreciate my new home I miss Miami terribly…I miss my family and friends, the ocean, the food, the sights, the crazy cultural mix, the languages…the madness.

At some point being homesick became hard to endure and I took to the internet to find the soul mate I was missing…it was just like online dating. I spent endless hours searching through profiles as my next love was to be found on petfinder.com…and this is how I met my furry love: online. The post read: Charlie, an adoptable dog in Nashville.

It was love at first sight! The seven pound ball of energy barking from the other side of the kennel stole my heart. We met in a little visitation room and I knew he would come home with me that day. I sent Garrett a picture of the puppy close to my face and he said we looked cute together; I translated that statement into approval and signed all the adoption paperwork right away.

No longer an adoptable

No longer an adoptable

I wasn’t crazy about the name Charlie so the puppy was named Garepito upon arrival to our home. Garepito means ‘little Garrett’ which is the perfect fit for him. Garepito has turned out to be a super sweet and smart puppy.ย  He loves meeting new people, as a matter of fact he has met well over 150 people in his short life. He loves traveling; he has flown to and from Miami, been to the beach, visited Chattanooga and other cool places in Tennessee. The boy knows a wide range of commands; anything from high five to playing dead and praying for his food. He loves to snuggle and cuddle.

All in all, Garepito has made a great addition to our family. It may be hard to put it into words but having him around has made my transition to life in Tennessee a lot easier. I love coming home to a little guy wagging his tail and making all sorts of sounds to welcome me. I love feeling his wet nose on my hand when he is trying to wake me up. Above all things, I love seeing Garrett rolling on the floor asking his puppy to show his belly so he can rub it.

We are now settling into our new home, puppy proofing what we can and looking forward to the opportunity of cuddling by the fireplace to watch a movie with Garepito…no longer an adoptable ๐Ÿ™‚

PK, enjoying life in the country.

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