I have written about the lives of dogs here in Oaxaca several times. They lead very different ones from those of their brothers and sisters to the north. It is often a very hard life.
And I am a dog person so I am overly empathetic/sensitive to their plights and delights. I see this one most every week when I go to Etla. He is one sorry pup, a skinny street dog with a profound limp. I buy him lunch whenever I see him and we carry on normal human/canine conversations.
Today, he was sleeping the sleep that only dogs can sleep. He was dead to the world. In fact, he was so still, I actually checked to see if he was breathing. He was. He was just out cold, dreaming dog dreams.
However, he smelled me coming a mile away upon my return from the market and he perked right up. A nice fat tamale with pollo y rajas just hit the spot.
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