Unique...

The more I get to know El Paso, the more I realize it is like no other city. As far as language goes, from those I've talked to in the city, it seems like either people are totally bilingual, or they know neither Spanish or English, just a combination of TexMex. As far as culture goes, it is also neither here nor there, just a mix of border culture. Also, unlike other cities of its size, El Paso feels very much like a small town, with its hospitality and helpfulness.
Now there is one thing about El Paso which I am used to: you know how most cities these days have leash laws; the kind that state that all dogs are to be on leash or behind a fence? El Paso has one of those. But in the past couple of days, as I've been walking around the city, I've seen some unique interpretations of that law.
In walking around the city a lot, I've gotten used to the fact that people look down, up, and almost anywhere but in other people's eyes. But the other day, I looked up and saw that whoever, or whatever was headed toward me was staring me down. As this unrecognizable thing got closer, I realized what it was. It was a young man taking his dog for a walk, but, instead of letting his giant growling dog run free, he was carrying his charge, flies, barks, wiggles and all.
Then today, on my way to the library, I saw another sight. Down the road walked two dogs, trailed, presumably, by their owner. This owner had gone as far as to put leashes on his dogs, but had yet to pick them up from where they trailed behind the dogs.