Dogs

Of course, Marrakech is famous for its cats. But someone asked me in a comment the other day if there were any dogs. Well, there are dogs, but they don't rule like the cats do. This one who lives in Essouira looks as if he is getting the cats' left overs.



This one, who lives 8 km from Essouira looks as if he is related in some way to the one above. He's waiting to see if the butcher will drop anything interesting.



This plump young lady was catching some rays on rue riad Zitoune Djedid.



This is one of my favorite dogs and if I had a garden or anywhere with grass, I'd adopt her immediately. She lives on a street in Gueliz in her cardboard box and is obviously fed by someone -or various people. I have seen her often.



She has such a sweet face and disposition - but a little bit sad. Moroccan dogs are often like this - a little bit fearful and a little bit hopeful at the same time.



You can see the cat is first in line at the butcher's shop shown above. Another dog knows his place and waits at the side by the motor cycle.



You notice not one of these Moroccan dogs are on leashes - most just wander about. But French tourists sometimes bring their little dogs on vacation and they have leashes.
In this last picture - a memory from last summer - Maryam and Chris' dog Rocky is having a wonderful time retrieving a stick from the Atlantic - he is a Retreiver after all. He will continue until the thrower of the stick's arm almost falls off.