Stray Dogs – Granada, Nicaragua

They were everywhere in Central America and I do mean everywhere. Sometimes we would go out and eat in an open air environment and I would look down, feeling something touching my leg and it would be a stray dog. Sometimes, when I was walking down the street and I saw 6 or 8 in a pack I would throw some food into the middle of the pack and watch all hell break loose. I’m not a fan of stray dogs.