Vale Seco: A three-legged dog town

Upon my reaching Vale Seco after 16 exhausting miles, i sat down to a beer. This is where I met Pouche (Pu-chA in Portuguese) or Pooch in English. Given my lack of Portuguese, the next best thing was to connect with the dog. He was busy licking up some flavorable discharge water with the cats. His three legs made him endearing. So i bought him an ice cream. At that point, i made a friend for life. The next morning when I came to the store for my 0830 coffee, Pooch was waiting for me excited to see me. I petted him even though his dirt caked fir felt like petting chalk. Then when the place opened, i shared my coffee cake with him. The locals got a kick out of me making friends with the dog.