Two Tribes

Dog watching here is almost as satisfying as people watching. Our first observation was that all dogs in this town are related - tawny coloured, smooth coated, nicely proportioned, WFT sized hounds.  

They all take themselves for walks, bother no one, don't even acknowledge the cats or the chickens; just trot around.

Then an outsider hove into view, long body, short legs, white with black bits and longish drooping ears. It was a day or two before we had explored the place enough to discover the part of town where this other tribe of hounds hail from or hang out.

Two tribes.

The 'outsider' must have been an ambassador, or trade delegation. We don't see him every day.

Two tribes but no wars, no scuffles, not even sneering.

Update since original draft prepared: the digs at the choco farm enjoys the company of a small group of black and tan huntaways. Tribe 3.

The back and tans have an ex-pat Englush owner and appear to enjoy a well provisioned life by comparison with k9s we have seen in some rural villages.

This one did join us (and others) in the queue for the bus at Tivoli. I didn't  see it get on the bus however.