Usually, I don’t like dogs. If the dogs aren’t extremely stupid, they notice that and leave me alone.
But when I was stranded in Copacabana during my move from Bolivia to Peru, and when I thought that I had lost all of my luggage, including my notebooks, my computer and thus the stories and photos of the last few years, and was despairingly scribbling the account of this major mishap into the last remaining notebook, this dog came by and laid down next to my legs.
“I lost everything I own, but gained a new friend,” I thought. Luckily, the disaster cleared up a few hours later. The dog moved on, unfaithful as they are.
The Happy Hermit 
At least this one didn’t chase you when you were jogging. Does this mean your icy opinion of dogs is ‘thawing’, even if very slightly?
I can still count the instances when I liked dogs with the fingers of one hand.
Los perros son fieles, se fue por que no te agradan los perros.
😂😂😂 como va ser infiel…Te dió su cariño el tiempo suficiente, mientras pasaba la tragedia…luego fue donde sus dueños… Es raro q no te gusten los Perros y los niños… Y más extraño aún Que te agraden los niños bolivianos y Que hayas aceptado a un perro boliviano..😄😄😄
Tienes razón. Parece que Bolivia es la excepción por muchas cosas.