Of course I spent most of my time watching and getting to know the dogs there.
This guy came to help us when we got lost. |
After asking some locals, I learned that many people feed strays and take care of them as if they were their own. Maybe this is about a general respect and honor of dogs; maybe its related to less caring about "ownership" then in the U.S., more of a sense of community and togetherness.
Sorry I woke you, Buddy! |
Stray waiting for scraps |
Dog with a hat! Yes we gave him Pesos (the other guy with the hat) |
The Guarders were typically Rottweilers, sometimes German Shepherds.
They were usually muzzled, and without exception perfectly behaved.
Theyd stand by their handlers side until told to sit; sit until told to walk; always calm, always awake, aware, vigilant.
I never saw one of these guys muzzles come off so they could do what they were no doubt trained to do. Thankfully.
The second group was the Sniffers. These guys were almost exclusively Labs, whether Black or Yellow.
They wouldnt wear muzzles - no safety concern, I suppose; and also you want your Sniffers sniffers to be unobstructed.
Unlike the Guarders, these guys were occasionally allowed to socialize with one another. And I also noticed that unlike the Guarders, the Sniffers would often pull at the leash, jump around goofily... in general much "worse" behaved. Less strictly trained. I once had a K-9 sniffer unit in Brooklyn explain to me that sniffing/tracking dogs are often allowed to be undisciplined or untrained in those ways, precisely because you didnt want to impede their intuitive tracking/sniffing instincts.
The Guarders werent allowed this close to one another. |
But they were everywhere - in front of the mall sniffing bags, and just generally on the lookout (smellout?) Below is a Sniffer inspecting a bag in front of the Presidents quarters. Do you think he gets special Presidential duty because hes Chocolate?
There was at least one dog there who didnt work very hard at all - Matilda, our friends fat Beagle.
The extremely rare Colombian Pudge-Beagle, in her native habitat |
Which gets me wondering... can anyone sniff me out an arepa con huevo in Brooklyn?