Note: This took place one week when I happened to be puppy-sitting for a friend. The puppy in question was a 6-month old West Highland Terrier named Earnie, whom I affectionately referred to as “The White Devil”. Terriers, in general, are not easy dogs to live with. They “get into shit”. A lot.     I had [...]

The first night I was in San Juan Del Sur, we were at the bar for Maura’s birthday party. It was getting late-ish, most of the gringos had already disappeared and now the Nicas were also starting to thin out. Ian and I were still holding down our corner of the bar, Ezra had snuck [...]