She nudged her sister with her cold wet nose.

Molly, rolled over. “Hey, what’s the idea…I just got back to sleep…those damn roosters woke me up hours ago.”

Frida cocked her head. “What roosters? I didn’t hear anything.”

“I don’t suppose you heard the loud music either, coming from the all-night party at the beach?”

“Oh, that. It woke me up but I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Our people sure do like to play it loud…I swear I felt the ground shaking when I woke up.”

Molly shrugged. “Yep, that’s the way it is here…they party every weekend like that. Welcome to Mexico, kid.”

Frida glanced at her empty food and water bowls. “Do you think they’ll feed us today?”

‘Doubtful, I’m sure they’re all hungover and sleeping in. You didn’t like the bowl full of ant-covered rice, yesterday?”

“The rice wasn’t bad but the ants kept crawling up my nose. Yours looked better, Molly, …tortillas and poblano peppers. Do people really eat that kind of stuff?”

Frida started barking, and made a run for the gate but she reached the end of her rope and got yanked back. “The humans are coming…the humans are coming.”

“When will you learn, girl, they keep you tied up so you don’t leave the yard and get run over by a car.”

She looked at Molly. “How come you get to run free?”

“Cuz I’m older and smarter than you. Oh-oh…don’t look now but here comes Blue. He must know it’s breakfast time.”

Frida cowered. “I don’t like him; he bit my face and almost broke my jaw. He’s mean.”

Molly looked over at her sister. “You seem to be healing, thanks to the humans. You know they’re Canadians, eh?”

“How do you know that?”

“Cuz they’re polite and nice and take care of us…not like grandma, the old lady in the house.”

Frida glanced at the back door. “How old do you think she is?”

Molly shook her head. “Probably 800 in dog years. At least you didn’t get lockjaw from the infection when you got bit.”

“Yeah, but I think I’ve got dogjaw.”

Molly was puzzled. “What’s dogjaw?”

“Come closer and put your ear to my jaw.”

Frida barked, “woof, woof, woof!”

Molly jumped back. “What the hell was that?”

Her sister rolled around in laughter. “Gotcha.”

“You’re an idiot. Now try and behave, here come the nice Canadian ladies in their crazy looking aprons.”

“Why do you think they were those ugly things, Molly?”

“Because you act like a kangaroo and jump all over them. Take it from me, kid, you’ll get fed faster without all the theatrics. But I’ve got to admit…it gets you fed first.”

“I’m so hungry…I’m glad they’re here to keep Blue from stealing our food.”

The blonde lady put Frida’s food bowl in front of her and she scarfed it down.

“Whoa! Look Molly, I just threw up all my breakfast.”

The elder sister shook her head. “Kids, when will they learn. Don’t worry girl, just slow down and eat it all again…before Blue beats you to it.”

Molly affectionately brushed the leg of the darker haired lady and patiently waited for her breakfast.

The two girls licked their bowls clean and then lapped up some fresh water to wash everything down. Of course, Blue tried to stick his face in the water bowl to see what he was missing.

Molly’s ears perked up. “Oh, no, here comes Blanco…have you seen the size of the schlong on that mutt?” She took cover behind the women. “He’s not sticking that thing in my butt.”

Frida cocked her head. “At least you can’t get pregnant now…after they sewed up our lady parts. Do you think that was fair, Molly?”

“Why, do you want kids…who’s gonna feed them…surely not anyone around here. And those Canadian ladies won’t be around forever.”

“You don’t think they’ll take us home with them?”

“No, sister, they have their own animals at home. A few get lucky, like cousin Mucho…he hung around the RV park and someone finally took him in.”

Frida looked sad. “Can’t we do that?”

Molly shook her head. “Where do you think I’ve been going in the afternoons? I put on my best pouty face and go sniveling around the dark-haired woman’s trailer. She really likes me but there’s a brown man, who’s her boss and doesn’t want me hanging around.”

Frida looked distraught. “I’m scared, Molly, who’s gonna take care of us when the nice Canadian women stop coming around?”

Molly nuzzled up to her little sister. “Don’t worry kid, I’ll take care of you. I heard the women telling grandma they’re leaving us some dog food. If the numskulls here forget to feed us, I’ll go in the house and drag the bag outside. It might not be the greatest place to live but it beats living on the street.”

Frida stuck her nose under her sister’s chin. “You’re the best sister ever, Molly. I love you.”