The Dog in St. Tammany Parish (Sundays In My City)

The Dog has been a big part of my life since I moved back to the US from Honduras nearly a year ago. He’s longer needed as a guard dog, but I have tried to give him a somewhat meaningful life as a companion animal. Since the US is more calm in many respects than Honduras, we actually take long walks in our parish (county in other parts of the nation).

He has a calmer persona than the machissimo attitude he portrayed in Latin America. If he were running for office, I think his new attitude would go further in the polls long-term than the loud stuff he used as his signature style in the past. Another thing to note, I don’t think he would approve of laws in the South that prohibit hunting with dogs for most of the season. He takes it personally when he can’t pursue to the end a deer, squirrel, or gator run or even the occasional lunge at the annoying gringa in the neighborhood.

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The Dog at Fountainebleau State Park
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The Dog at Bogue Chitto State Park
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The Dog at Hunting Lodge
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The Dog behind English Tea Room
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Shop in Covington, Louisiana. No dog in picture because he’s not interested in weapons. The Dog can’t get a hunting or fishing license, either.

The pSIMCost is linked to Sundays In My City, which is sponsored by Unknown Mami.

 

8 thoughts on “The Dog in St. Tammany Parish (Sundays In My City)

  1. Aww, it’s so nice to see Dog enjoying your new home in the US. He looks like he enjoys the river… as I would in the heat of summer.

    Great pictures Laurie!

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