Why am I here, on death row? What did I do wrong? I bear the scars from serving you well, Senor Galguero, even though you starved and beat me. What did I do wrong?
You did nothing wrong, you were simply born a galgo in Spain – from the moment of your conception, you were doomed to a life of hell unless someone with a heart could rescue you!
More galgos on death row in Hellin, Badajoz and Mairena perreras.
I dedicate this poem – written I think by someone in the German Shepherd Dog Club – to all volunteers involved in dog rescue,(and other animals) everywhere in the world.
The Reason
I would’ve died that day if not for you
I would’ve given up on life if not for your kind eyes
I would’ve used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands
I would have left this life believing that all humans don’t care
I’ve received this thought-provoking article on a view of life in Spain at the moment.
Spain is a country which is on now its knees. It’s gone from dictatorship, to good presidency and bringing a country up on form and being recognised as a good place to be. From there, the previous government to the current one (voted in December 2011) brought bad practices into its own when they took over. The country became run down, the people suffer, but as always, the politicians walk away with clean hands and a tidy pension until death. To compound the negative results of that government’s actions, Spain was hit with the Global crisis.
Read the full article here
