One thing I've begun to notice on the drive over, apart from the lack of traffic, is that the various neighborhood dogs are out and about on their rounds early in the morning.
These stray mutts, who remind me a lot of Chuck, go trotting down the street, tails in the air and little doggie smiles on their faces. Occasionally stopping to sniff at a pile of garbage or to check their pee-mail, they seem utterly unconcerned with things that will likely become more urgent for them later in the day, like where to find something to eat or where a safe place to curl up and sleep is.
The people seem to accept the dogs as part of the landscape. I've seen people step into the street to avoid disturbing a dog on the sidewalk with the casual indifference they would use if avoiding a pile of newspapers or the stand of a fruit-seller. The dogs are there and they deserve as much respect as any one else.
Oddly, I've only seen one stray cat on the streets.