This is not Gertrude, but imagine an even cuter stray.
Christie started naming the stray dogs she saw in Salto until that it became a bad idea. Haha. I guess it was too heartbreaking. Poor dogs.
There are little herds? gaggles? packs? or whatever you call groups of dogs wandering around the streets of Salto. Some look weathered. Some looker withered. Some mangy. Some starving. Some pathetic. Some adorable. Some mischievious. There are so many. Where's pet control?