Sunday, June 5, 2011

Stroll in Sierra Madre Part Two

Friday morning in Sierra Madre - white-bearded man crouched on curb -a pug  on each side - one yapping as ferociously as only a pug can.  Across the street a young man pushing an acoustic lawnmower.
Where do they find someone to sharpen this relic?

At the crossroads - ginormous black mastiff-like dog, large black poodle, various others of lesser identity.

Several loose cats - MaeRose at leash-end tugging till her collar strangles. If she were a few pounds heavier, she and I would tumble.  I have put the gentle lead back on Darby to slow him down - he is not lured by cats, just too eager to dash down the street at walk's onset.

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