Day 4: Languidly lilting east an Australian shepherd weaves under my toes. “sorry” his man-buddy says “he’s drunk”. The three of us walked the strip with many people stopping to compliment the man about the dog, instead of the dog himself. Rowdy was his name and a phenomena most interesting surrounded him. The throngs of village dogs all went wild over him, from every side of the street, from high porches and low porches, from behind gates, fences and walls. This being abruptly different from their usual behavior of nonchalance and disregard for cats, humans and other dogs alike. “Yeah” the guy says “you should have seen it the first day here”. So I figure it is either a new kid on the block kind of thing or this dog is some kind of superstar , the Frank Sinatra of dogs.