I've mentioned before that in San Miguel there are often dogs wandering the streets who may or (more likely) may not be friendly. Being a "Lizzo" means three things:
1. You love ice cream
2. You love dancing
3. You love dogs
So it has been tough to see so many street pups around here and not be able to walk up to pet them, or give them the benefit of the doubt. If I could take every single one home, Spencer knows that I would. So instead we just name them. The one who aggressively barks at Monet through the fence at the top of the hill is Mitzy and she's always pissed off that Monet brought that shitty wine to book club. A bit further down our route we've got Mac who is a retired truck driver and part of the volunteer fire brigade. Then there's Sprocket, across the street - he's always looking for new gossip. Yeah, we have waaayyy too much time with just each other for conversation...Since we do have a lot of extra time on our hands in SMA, we decided that Saturdays would be our volunteer day. We started last week at the SPA (Sociedad Protectora de Animales) by walking dogs and playing with them.
Many of the older dogs here are paired up - a shy one with a brave one who gives the other confidence that they lost somewhere along the way. A lot of these dogs have been living at the shelter for up to 5 years, which is pretty heartbreaking. And no, we didn't adopt one, but if it was possible I would have adopted them all.