Astro

Astro came into my life in 2013, when I lived in Sweden. I didn’t have friends, barely went out (only for groceries), got a major vitamin D deficiency, life sucked. I considered getting a cat, then realized I’d spend the rest of my life on the couch hugging the cat. A friend then told me how her golden retriever basically saved her from depression and how fun it was and how cute a golden puppy is and that was it. I decided I was going to ger my first dog!

Sweden is a great place to be a dog. Pups are welcome on the bus, on the subway, on boats, at bars, parks… We took Astro everywhere we went. The dog really had a great life rolling in the snow, exploring nature, mountains, beaches, lakes, and chasing ducks (until the day some swans chased us! It was awful!).

In 2016, my husband and I decided we were tired of the Swedish weather (= 2 months of summer, 10 months of darkness and snow?! NOPE! I’m from Brazil, I need my sunlight!). So we packed our car, traveled 3000km south, and moved to Spain. The humans in the family were in extasy, the canine in the family not so much… His favorite thing in life was rolling in the snow.

Astro was supposed to be the one and only, until another friend implanted in my head the idea of adopting a Spanish greyhound. It didn’t take much to convince me… All she had to do was tell me about galgos in Spain, how they’re mistreated and abused. I impulsively started writing to every galgo shelter I found online and in less than a week, I had found Luna. So this is the situation. She is currently being transported from Andalucía to Valencia and I don’t know what I was thinking, but it is what it is, I guess. Now I have a second dog.