Rooftop dogs are another obsession of mine. As I walk along the streets of Patzcuaro I can always count on seeing a dog or two above me. Usually they're just lounging around thinking about dog stuff, but occasionally they bark like mad, especially if I'm walking my dos perros in search of the perfect place to pee. In our neighborhood, walking dogs on a leash is as common as taking lobsters for a walk, so mangey dogs crawl out from under parked trucks and other shadowy places to catch a glance and a sniff of the curious Norte Americanos. One of these days I hope to make proper drawings out of these sorry photos, but for now I gather reference for a future series of fantastic illustrations. The featured dogs are all from Michoacan: Patzcuaro, Pitacuaro (woodworking town), Ihuatzio (beautiful straw crafts), and from a rooftop on a particularly scenic curve in the road near the tasty roadside restaurantes of el Tigre.
