Rabid Dogs?

So I know we have been told 12 dozen times that we are going to "3rd world countries" and to "be careful", "cautious", "wary" etc....but I think the first time this really hit me was today--not when being peddled by a million street vendors or almost being run over 8 times in the miniscule alleys these people call streets, but when forced to walk past stray dogs.

Now, Ross and I are dog lovers..(see profile picture). But when the dogs in Kuta Beach, Bali all resemble the dog shown here come around and are standing in our path, we have to hesitate for a minute.

Earlier, I was reflecting in our guesthouse, (aka a 2 twin-bed room--no snuggling tonight!-- with no roof over the bathroom and a lizard living in our closet). I likened coming upon these mangy dogs to walking down an otherwise normal street and seeing a gang down the path possibly holding knives. It's kind of the same feeling because we turn around slowly and cautiously without ever making eye contact, and somehow have to find another route. It's actually pretty funny slash I was also quietly crying on the inside. (Speaking of crying on the inside---don't worry Mom, the lizard living in the closet went away by the time Ross got to him.) :)

We miss you all so much and send much love to our Californian friends and family (you guys are kind of a big deal here!)--so "Hollywood" as they say here in Indo.

xo,

Linds