We see a lot of loose dogs here all over the place. They’re no candy-ass house pet dogs with collars and leashes and such, but just in-the-know street dogs, hanging out with buddies or going to check things out. I wonder why they don’t all start to look more like each other. Why are they not all one big mixed-up gene pool, like the people of Iceland?
So we saw this cat. On a rope. Cats do not normally like being told what to do, or kept in when they want to go out and vice versa, never mind being insultingly kept on a string. Her owner said it was to keep her from running all around here, and moved her arm in a circular motion about the restaurant in which we were eating. I said that I thought the she seemed ok with it, “feliz,” I said. The owner said that it was because she knew she was getting out later.