No doubt they'd been waiting for
me all along.
Biding their time. Sharpening their fangs. This was no rag-tag roup of
mutts. This was a well-organized militia bent on instilling fear in my
heart and/or having me for lunch. It was like "Cujo" in 3-D.
Even though I made it to my car before they actually bit me, they
let that stop them. They bit my tires and chewed on my hood ornament in
mock imitation of what they'd do to me if I stepped out of the car.
were three of them, but their carefully-orchestrated movements made it
appear that their numbers were ten-fold. I tried to smile at them
to dissuade them from their objective, but by that time they were
themselves into a canine catapult, so I figured diplomacy was out and
it the first chance I got.
What this means, of course, is
that I don't
have a decent write-up for Solano, since I didn't get to spend much
there, and I'm probably not going back. But the pictures I got were
and I wanted to share them anyway.