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Where in the hell is that little dog going??
Famara, Lanzarote, Canary Islands
January, 2002
In every town in Lanzarote there are ton of dirty little white dogs running around everywhere. They look like a cross between a poodle and a little terrier. Every cute little girl has a cute little dog following her. Every dirty scruffy guy has at least two dirty scruffy little dogs. The strange thing is that you will be standing at a corner and little dog will walk by apparently with somewhere important to go. You try to stop the dog to pet it but it runs on past you like 'Sorry, on my way to Georges and I'm late' and takes off around the corner. Sometimes you will be at the cafe and a dog will walk up from one side street, work the cafe for a few minutes, and continue on to the other side of town. Where the hell are those little dogs going????
One day I decided to try to follow one of the little varmets to put the mystery to rest. I waited on Main Street for a few minutes before a little guy came along. I didn't look the dog's way as to alert it of my presence. When he walked by I began my trail. Up one street, to the right, to the left, down another street, to the right, to the left. I was having trouble keeping up. Suddenly the dog stopped, turned, looked at me with a devilish doggy grin, and ran under a fence losing me completely. It took me over an half hour to find my way home!!! I'm not saying that the dog was smarter than me, or that the dogs are running the country, but I sure as hell ain't gonna play poker with any of them.
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