Though some dogs and cats find a home among a family, there are many more that are homeless, and roam wild in the streets. They scavenge for any scrap of food they can find and keep possession of. Yelping dog fights woke me up several times each night, but my heart was too broken for them to be angry.
Some dogs ran in scary packs. Bethany taught me early on not to look them in the eye! These dogs are anxiously waiting outside a carniceria, or meat market. If you look closely at the photo on the right, you can see that the scrawny dog at the doorway is a nursing mama dog. Made me wanna cry. The wild dogs, of course, are not fixed, so the females produce batch after batch of puppies. One could see the females that were in heat trying desperately to hide under tanks, cars, or whatever they could find as refuge, with a half dozen disgusting males barking and trying to get at her.There is some sort of organization that goes through town periodically, vaccinating any dog they can corral. They place a bright green collar around their necks, so if you get bit, you will know if it has received its shots or not. Very helpful!
This poor fellow captured my heart the first day. He hung around near Bethany's home, so I saw him often. When I first arrived, his left eye was swollen shut with a wound over the eye. For some reason, the packs rejected and bullied him, making it extremely difficult to ever retain any food he found.
This resourceful hound simply hopped in the garbage cans in the town square!









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You have an amazing amount of empathy for these critters...I guess I have lived with Steve too long!
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