Monteverde is a generally wonderful place to visit. Up in the mountains, it’s a small town that has a lot of charm, with a lot of incredible cloud forest habitat preserves. We’ll be writing about it more later. It’s esp. popular for birders looking for resplendent quetzals, which is why we were there.




For this leg we rented a small cabin that had some quirks but worked fine for us. There were a few cabins but we were the only ones out there, and there was a nice patch of woods and a small orchard the cabin was next to. The cold mountain air was a massive relief after a long hot stretch in the Papagayo peninsula with daily rains keeping the humidity high.
After we’d arrived at the cabin and gotten the luggage dragged into the cabin, Haley and I checked out the woods for a bit. We spotted a Blackburnian warbler pretty quickly(!) as well as spotting interesting birds like a red-legged pigeon, white-tipped dove, and a yellow-faced grassquit, and also there were leafcutter ant nests.
I went out again later to look at the leafcutters (so cool) and while I was out there, a curious, but shy puppy came over to check me out, keeping a fair distance. I sat down and tried to get them to come closer but they were much too shy, and they ran off. I went back to admiring the leafcutter ant nest – super fascinating, per volume they are a top herbivore in many Neotropical forests (though technically they’re fungivores, the leaves are consumed by the ants’ fungi in their gardens). We could wax rhapsodic about these ants for a while, but since this is a story about puppies there’s less ant-talk here.

After a few minutes my puppy friend was back, but he’d brought his brother with him! The new puppy was a bit more brave and got closer before running off, and then wandering back again. They came closer but still kept a fair bit of distance, so I went into the cabin and grabbed a couple handfuls of peanuts out of a jar of peanuts we’d bought in Liberia.
When they saw me come out, they came back towards me, curious, I sat down, and I began to toss them peanuts (which it was clear they’d never seen before). They didn’t eat them at first, but it didn’t take long before they found that they quite liked them, they were eating out of my hand soon, and after a bit of time they were crawling on me and letting me pet them. They were fairly young pups, but old enough to be out exploring the world, and very fun.

I went and got Haley and we both were enthralled with these little guys, they were just the sweetest.



We played with them for a good while, eventually wandering back into the cabin and leaving the puppies outside to hopefully wander home.
The next day we drove out to the Cloud Forest Reserve, found a few quetzals (yes!), ate at Stella’s (more on this later), and were heading back down the dirt road to the cabin when the puppies spotted our car, chased us down the long driveway, and were very, very excited to see us again, especially since I went in and got more peanuts for them.



Our pals would sometimes find us as we were getting ready to go out, which was a happy event, though also we had to be very careful not to hit them with the car as we navigated a long narrow driveway with poor visibility. We took to just taking them in the car with us down the driveway and dropping them off near their home, a house across from the end of the driveway.



At a certain point the dogs got collars and the more curious of the brothers was tied up. I worried that this was a result of us dropping them off, though also the dog was playing in the street a lot where there were occasional cars and trucks.
For the last few days we still got one pup who visited (why tie up only one dog? we will never know), and there’s really very few better welcoming committees possible than a happy puppy who is thrilled to see you. Every time they came to visit this was a both a happy event and a photographically significant moment.






Eventually it was time to go, the dog came by one last time as we packed and we played with him as we loaded the car. Here’s our last photo of the pup as we were saying good-bye.

Once the car was packed, I put the dog on my lap, and we drove down the long driveway back to his home. Once we got there, I dropped him off by the gate and told the owner in Spanish that their perrito was very adorable. He was a pet of a family with a young kid, who saw the dog and happily exclaimed, “puppito,” we waved, and headed out on the long hard drive down the mountain and on to Tárcoles.


















































































































































































































