Dog in the Street

dog in the street

This guy was waiting for me every morning in Santa Cruz, El Rincon (Guerrero, Mexico) when I would walk over to the kitchen for breakfast. Never barked. Never looked at me. Occasionally a slight wag of the tail. [NOTE: I was there giving a workshop on community management of forest resources.]

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