Hi there!.

My name is Pepe (well, it was…). I was a normal dog with a… decent life that used to sleep in the street. Don’t be sad, being a homeless dog it wasn’t too bad: I could change the balcony views every night and choose the best neighbourhoods to stretch my paws. At that time, I was living “THE LIFE” in Galicia, my homeland and favorite place in the entire world (you should visit if you have not, it is “the land of witches”, beaches and best food ever).

One day, I woke up after a big party night out. I had a bit of headache and I saw my reflection on a window display: What the …!! You need to shave, man!! Suddenly, I realized that there were no people on the street, no noise, no shops open, no music… Just silence.

Wait! Which day is today? How long have I been partying for? I went around and… nothing! I went to Antonio’s bar, he was my best human mate and used to feed me and give me some leftovers. Nothing! Mate! I am a street dog, but I need some attention and cuddles. Who is it going to scratch my belly now?

The day after I went to Guillarei, there was a pretty dog that I kind of was in love with and I was missing her. When I was on the way to hers, I passed by a place that was smelling sooooo goood that I couldn’t handle it: I had to stop! I saw that there was a big door half open and I decided to get closer and say hello (did I menton that I was a loveless and starving dog demanding attention. Yeeeees, I am a bit of a drama queen, lol).

Once I got closer to that door, an amazing smell made me smile. I looked through the edge of the door and I could see some humans and music inside and smiley faces all around. Are they a huge family? Someone saw me and came to scratch my belly. Oh wow!! I want to stay.