We saw a lot of dogs in Mexico. No distinguishable breeds, there were mutts of all sorts. And although it did appear that the owners had an affection for their dogs, they were far from the pampered pooches we Americans keep. Most were lean, if not downright skinny. Many just roamed the streets, and those who were leashed tended to be on uncomfortable looking ropes, often tied to a tree or pole. Being the softy I am, if I saw a skinny looking dog on the street as we were going to eat, I'd save some food in a napkin to bring out to it later. I think the Mexican's view their dogs a bit differently than American's do. To a Mexican, a dog is an animal, a pet...whereas many Americans (me included) project human characteristics and emotions on our dogs, thinking of them as members of the family, not just a pet. Yes, our American dogs have it pretty good.
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This sad little fellow was tied to a shed by the flea market. Thankfully he was in the shade as it was brutally hot. No water dish for him.
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| We had to chuckle at this little dog tied up outside a beauty salon. The "no dogs" sign on the door looked like it was meant only for him. |
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