Dogs of Mexico

I've been waiting to post this for several years now.  As we travel through the small towns and cities, there are often dogs wandering or sleeping on the streets and sidewalks.  Many are quite haggard, but they seem to be content.  On only a few occasions have we ever been chased or intimidated by the dogs.  On one stop, I petted one only to have her growl and bite me.  So, lesson learned, keep hands to oneself.  As we continue our travels, I will be adding more editions to this blog post.

Playing frisbee near the marketplace in La Cruz.

So cute, but in a really weird way.  The hair was the most unique I'd seen, and no, it wasn't shaved.  

Also near La Cruz, happily waiting as her master raked the beach.

This one looked like the captain of his ship near Punta de Mita.

Quite the yawn from this one in Santispac.  He owned the beach and the restaurant.

This is somewhat typical in the smaller towns.  He was fairly perky as we strolled by, but left us alone.

Taken in La Cruz, note the cobblestone street.  

This guy was so peaceful, and barely woke up as we passed.

Not quite sure if he was stuck or just resting...

One way to travel is SUP at Punta de Mita.

I was shocked to see an English Setter in Sayulita, and he looked a lot like our Woody.

Winnie looking a bit playful as she protects the house at Concepcion.

This one was near La Cruz, at one of the beach restaurants in the early morning.  She had a scowl, yet was very friendly.

Sorry, I can't remember Marilyn's dog's name.  But so cute and playful.

This guy cracked me up.  First, these chairs are everywhere down here, and he seemed to know what they were for.  Second, note the refined coloring.