Meanwhile …

I interrupt this blogging hiatus to announce … er, a blogging hiatus.

Life. Which, really means the Spanish electrical company Endesa.

If I ever get them sorted, I shall chronicle their antics here.

For those of you interested in more on the Gib/Spain Brexit issue (yes, you Col) there are draft posts, but no time to post.

And I May was the second year of Day of the Podenco.

Here is a podenco doing what podencos should do. Many thanks to all the people who donate to podenco rescues, rehome them, and raise awareness.

A podenco thing, and, albinos need protection from the sun

Last week, a Spaniard walked past our house and asked if Tosca was a macho because he wanted cachorros (puppies) for his bitch. Tosca and his dog were mirror images. Maybe his was a Tosca puppy? Who knows? But no, shithead. Do you not know how many puppies and dogs are killed and abandoned in Spain every year? And you want to add more to the list? Want puppies? Go to the pounds. Idiot. No, we didn’t say all that. Merely that Tosca was an hembra. Who happens to be spayed because, too many unwanted dogs. Repeat this a million times. It may sink in.

Tosca. Happy on her tiled floor. Poor girl must have had a horrid life before.