taraz is overrun with stray dogs. when we walk around outside, they are everywhere. well, everywhere except in front of my camera when a pack is on the move. it's pretty common to see groups of 8-12 moving through the streets. but everytime i have my camera out and ready they suddenly aren't around. the best i could do is the above photo of a pack of strays sunning themselves in the unseasonably warm weather yesterday.
more often i see them running through the streets. which means that whenever i pick up some huggies in the supermarket, i expect a pack to start chasing me through the aisles. it hasn't happened yet. maybe it would if i wore a panty on my head.
