My lovely crazy dog My dog has not breed, he’s a mixture of different breeds, but because of his quite rarely blue eyes, different vets have told me that probably he’s got a Huskie ancestor. I took him from an animal shelter 8 years ago. Here in Spain there are many of those places, mostly carried by volunteers. I chose him because he looked very sweet but also a little crazy. I didn’t realize how crazy he could be... I remember early days with him, those times were like a nightmare. I used to be out at work almost all day, and when I got home it was always a mess: broken shoes, broken phone chargers, table legs bitten, the sofa full of holes, toilet paper spread all around the floor, and, of course, pees and poops here and there… And, in the middle of the battlefield, there he was, staring at me with that special look that only dogs can do, you know, as if they were just innocent guys just passing by... Despite all those wonderful Welcome Home parties, the hardest moments were when at something around six in the morning I used to be awakened by a big amount of quick wet licks on my face. Little by little we managed to get along, we learnt each other’s must and mustn't. Now, I have to say, I just panic when I think of not having him by my side.