When G. and I traveled with our college students, we helped them prepare by suggesting they choose a lens, a way of looking at their travel experience, that was related to something they loved, something familiar. Their choices included, among many, shoes, wild flowers, fly fishing, and graffiti. (Graffiti, which seemed to me least promising, turned out to be a rich focus.) I cannot help myself. No matter where I go, I pay attention to the dogs.
And the dogs of Barcelona were many and charming.
What moved me most was their patience. These dogs are adept at waiting — for masters and mistresses who are shopping, eating, drinking, or drawing.
I see a high degree of devotion here. And the devotion is reciprocated. In the following picture, you see a yellow lab wearing a sweater made for him. See how neatly the sleeves fit? (And yes, alas, that is my finger, but my editing package does not allow me to erase it!)
The dog and owner I would most like to include here, I do not have a picture of. I saw them several times near my apartment in early April, when it was still pretty chilly out. Woman and dog, they wore their quilted coats, both were short in the neck, and both looked just a little unkempt. Still, they were completely charming.
I am, as a man in a bar in Ireland once told me, “between dogs,” but I look forward to the day when I’ll have my own again. In the meanwhile, I wish that Barcelona provided — in addition to excellent apartments — a rent-a-dog service. What could be better than Barcelona with a dog?
(It is obvious I’m a neophyte blogger. Please be patient with me as I learn!)