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I always try to give a little sense of what it’s like to live overseas.  You get used to the strangeness sometimes but every once in a while something truly startling breaks through. 

I’ve quickly become accustomed to driving on the main boulevards of Teguz with the taxis, buses, and sad street performers (let’s just say it’s not Barcelona).  Any big city I’ve ever lived it has its vendors selling their wares: newspapers, cell phone cases, socks on the 55th street overpass at the Dan Ryan and pies from the Nation of Islam on Stoney Island in Chicago.  Teguz is no different, though belts seem to be the most common item here.  The other night driving home there I was startled to see people selling (you guessed it): Puppies. 

Now I’m no marketing guru but stoplights and street corners seem to be an impulse buy sort of market.  You’re looking for something the consumer can decide on, pull out the money for and complete the transaction before the light turns green.  Sort of the like the checkout line at the supermarket or a wedding chapel in Vegas.  Regardless, there must be those willing to pull over to buy that puppy they’ve just got to have or to throw some money out the window and grab Spot (or in this case Espot) by the scruff of the neck and hit the gas before the guy behind them starts honking. 

I truly wish I had a camera to capture these guys standing there in traffic holding three or four puppies our to potential buyers as they dodged motorcyles.  Fortunately for you (and surpisingly to me) this is a common sight in the developing world and a quick internet search turned up a photo from Africa that is pretty close to what it looked like that afternoon in Teguz.  Enjoy.