When they aren’t sleeping or barking, Bangkok’s filthy, diseased street dogs have places to go. And they know how to get around. As I walked to work this morning, I watched one such loathsome specimen crossing a busy intersection. He patiently waited for the light to turn green, then walked across when it was safe.

One of the great mysteries of Bangkok is, where are all the cute, cuddly puppies? These disgusting creatures are breeding, unfortunately, but I have never, ever, seen a puppy. I have only seen puppies in two places. Confined to tiny cages or boxes at the Chachuchak weekend market, or sleeping in a drug-induced stupor with sedated beggar children outside of the MBK shopping mall. Something tells me that, much like how these children are procured from Cambodia, their pets are procured from the market.

So the question remains. Where are the offspring of Bangkok’s mangiest denizens?