Cuidado con el Perro
Cuidado con el Perro The bark of ignorance and the bite of wisdom. Good Citizen Mexican dogs don’t bark. The heat keeps them quiet. A perpetual hunger keeps them on the hunt. They need to preserve their energy. Barking is for over-fed dogs. Lapdogs. Toy dogs. Dogs that perform as pets. Kept animals who pretend to love for frequent meals. Mexican dogs roam endlessly in search of something edible that might have calories. Their noses lead them up and down the cracked pavement, over the uneven curbs bloated with incompetent construction where the unrestrained earth pushes weeds between its weak points. The tourists navigate them like amateur gymnasts trying to find their balance from one comically uneven step to the next. The Mexican dogs weave around their legs, skilled in their prowl. They follow the newest scent over the rocky streets to the next block, and the next until they arrive at the busy four-lane boulevards where sometimes they don’t even bother to stop for cars with passenger...
