Valladolid, Yucatán, August 2000
first saw Maya resting near some Mayan women selling their wares in
the shady part of the park.
He seemed to be much better off than the first dogs I had met.
When I sat down on the bench and invited him to approach, he was extremely
friendly and sweet;
but he could hardly walk. The right front paw was deformed and painful
to walk on,
and the left leg had an old scab and was swollen to twice its normal