You grow accustomed to it, the constant background noise of them, in a way that living next to a highways white noise just burrows into and builds a home in the dead space of your brain until the first night you have to fall asleep without it feels WEIRD AND WRONG.
Street dogs in Mexico are so ever present that it became a joke. We'd be wayyy up in the mountains far from anything resembling civilization blowing up our sleep pads, quick pause and glance at each other; no dogs tonight? Maybe? Hopefully? Then without fail half hour after getting into bed BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK all night long.
Gated community on the outskirts of a city? Dogs. Church storage room in the middle of a town? Dogs. Campground on the edge of the tallest waterfall in the country? Dogs. The first night I crossed back into the US and stayed with a Warmshowers host in Yuma was the classic, it's quiet...too quiet...sort of vibes. No dogs? Well okay I'll take it, but may still put my ear plugs in just to feel familiar.
