Dogs go every where with their owners in Buenos Aires. You see them in cafes, waiting outside shops and just out and about together. These are some Boxers that we met in the city's swanky shopping areas. The puppy was a show stopper, he was 4 months old. His name was Nestor. The big brindle was a calm sophisticated shopper. The little in your face brindle was the only Boxer that acted like an American Boxer…totally out of control. Carla was a wiggling, licking, ball of energy. She must have been imported from the U.S.
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sounds like our kind of city. whereas it always feels a little kafaesque taking a dog out in L.A. Is it in fact legal? Will the city become infested with ticks and fleas? I asked our chinese mailman to stroke Max the other day... "i can't. u don't understand. i'm a mailman!" was his reply. Almost hysterical. Almost tragic.
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