Joy. My beautiful Joy. I adopted her 4 years ago. She was a hunting dog in the south of Spain, and when she became old they abandoned her in the street. She was alone living in the street after have been working for a hunter all her life. Did you know every February in Spain (end of the hunting season) approx 50.000 greyhounds and podencos are abandoned? A hunting dogs NGO rescued her (Galgos 112) and brought her to Barcelona. I already had Ula then. Ula was just a baby and we thought having another buddy for her would be a good idea. They called me one morning saying: -we found your dog, she is perfect for you.
And absolutely she is. She is sweet and sensitive. Funny and happy. And the best companion for Ula, because she is so patient.
Although having a difficult beginning she is still sweet and trusting in humans. They didn’t deserve her. She is a special spirit!
◊ Joy, Barcelona, Spain ◊ Dog story 2 ◊ January 2017 ◊
This is Spain! And here I am with one of my beautiful kids, Joy. That’s where we are now getting ready for the new adventure. I have been exploring the mountains of a tiny village of La Rioja, Spain, called Anguiano, enjoying some special time with the kids Ula and Joy before I go. Continue reading “The adventure begins!”
She is Ula, my sweet baby. She will always be whatever age she is. I took this pic when she was a puppy 4 years ago. As almost all the hunting dogs, she has a sad story. From the south of Spain, separated from her mum just being born and left her with her brothers and sisters for the kids of the family to play as a toy. All of them died from being abused, but not Ula, she is a strong soul. They abandoned her in the bush in winter just as a puppy, alone. She screamed and screamed until a lady who worked for a hunting rescue dogs centre patrolling the zone heard Ula’s cries and rescued her. I adopted her in November 4 years ago. All I saw was a little tiny dog so skinny with huge ears. She had pneumonia, ears infection, and no control of the temperature of her body. I used to carry her everywhere in my little dog carrier and I had to check her temperature every half an hour. Given her bad health condition the vet couldn’t vaccinate her until she was 7 months old, so that means that until then I carried her everywhere I went.
Wherever we are, sometimes, she just wants to be in my arms. She is such special dog! And she loves looking into people’s eyes.
My baby! I changed her life and she changed mine!
◊ Ula, Barcelona, Spain ◊ Dog story 1 ◊ January 2017 ◊