Spanish dogs

Spanish dogs are the most well behaved.  This is not an uncommon sight, the dog not tied up in any way waiting outside the bar for its owner.  In Santander there was a dog lost outside the bar where we had coffee and a man there calmly opened the door, let the dog come in a look for it’s person, which it didn’t find, so the man let it out again.  There are so many dogs here.  Recently I decided that since there are so many people in Madrid for short periods or travelling through that owning a dog is really about making sure everyone knows you really live here.  But, really, the dogs are incredibly calm and sweet, and I feel bad for most of them since apartments here are small and some of the dogs are big.  And then there’s the dogshit.  It’s a constant hazard.  But it’s much nicer to think about this cute picture (and make up new lyrics for the Clash) than dogshit.