Without further ado, I give you: Dogs of Cuba 2011
She lived in one small section of the resort and came out most ni the early moring. She would not come near any of us (except for one friend who was the luckiest ever) and only after 2 weeks came within a foot of The Guy. I tried to tempt her daily with bacon, but she ran each time.
When no one was around, or just not looking, she would play and run and jump. She ran playfully after couples (including myself -- she brushed by my skirt) and did circles trying to bite her own tail. She lapped up the pool water and slept on the beach chairs. But if anyone looked at her, her tail went as far under her butt as it could and she slunk away.
I wanted to bring her home, but figured that would not go well for any of us.
Okay, I did. But look at that face. Could you have resisted?
Dog by the door.
For the entire catalogue of Dogs of Cuba (years 2011 and 2012) go here.
Don't judge me.