There are dogs everywhere. There are dogs who ride in pocketbooks, and huskies who travel in twos. There are sleeping dogs lying, and good dogs sitting patiently, and dogs looking in shop windows. There are purebreds and mutts alike. How do all the people who come to Santa Fe get their dogs there with them, I wonder? (Ok, I know the little dogs just travel in the carry-ons... but what about the others?)
I know Scout would like it here. Well, maybe she wouldn't like a couple of the really upscale shops. But she would like most of the places, and the food, and the people. And especially, I'm sure she would like the dogs.
Two sights in the plaza I wish I had captured on film: a young woman sleeping on her dog in the middle of the plaza in the middle of the day. And a big black lab, lying on its side, with a grey cat perched on top, living the easy life.
I forgot the camera in the car.