Saturday, November 15

I have not seen any sign of the dog we call Pearl for several days now and I decide to go looking for her. I walk along the main alley that runs parallel to Lighthouse Beach and then down one of the smaller alleys that runs to the beach.

A small hotel, the Santa Maria, stands on one side of the alley. It has a hand-painted sign on the wall and I pause to take a picture.

I see plenty of dogs but not the one I want to find. I pause at Leo for dal fry and a lassi.

On the way home, just where I expect I might see Pearl, I see another dog that looks identical enough to pass as her sister. She jumps up at me but I see through her ruse, and she makes no attempt to follow me.