Austro Hungarian dogs

Dogs. Wherever I am they tend to pop up front and center.

They appear in odd places, and sometimes they're open to interpretation, like in this gargoyle from St. Stephen's cathedral in Vienna. Pretty sure that's a dog.

This is a dog park in Vienna. Dogs are like four leaf clovers; when you seek them out they disappear.

At the door of the dog park there was this sign, and I thought "Wow, the city put up a sign like that?" until I realized that a protester had cleverly pasted the right-sized sticker onto a poster reminding people to pick up after their pets.

Aren't these cool? Details on a piece of 400 year-old furniture in Hohenzollern castle above Salzburg.

Real-life dogs at a sidewalk cafe in Austria: three whippets and a beagle.

The Hungarians are proud of the number of breeds they have developed, but the only vizsla I saw was on this t-shirt (if it hadn't been labelled I wouldn't have recognized it because the vizslas I know don't look like that.)

An inexplicable piece of art in a Budapest subway station. It has shiny places on it where passers-by have stroked the dog's nose and ears, or shaken the man's hand.

I don't know who this fellow is, but he has a beautiful sight-hound and a nice hawk.

Budapest bloodhounds, pausing for a drink from the fountain they're standing on.

Did he ever imagine himself clad in a bright red shirt, being photographed trying to control six terriers in front of a bunch of garbage bags at the foot of a Franz Liszt bust? It was an impressive thing to watch.