On October 1, 2016, we visited the Taos Pueblo reservation.  These dogs were different than house dogs, somewhat dull they seem, tired and bedraggled.  They were not fluent in human language or communication and seemed to just exist on the fringes, eking out whatever comforts they could find for themselves. At night, we could hear them quarreling amongst themselves in the distance on the reservation.  If I had had one more day to make travel arrangements before we had to depart, that sweet, red puppy with the lopped ear would have come home with us.