Perra Navidad

Psychedoggy

There's A Light Outside.

Perroskarzo

Perroskarzo is the stage name of my human uncle José Guerrero Ramos. He's a singer and guitar player -and he builds beautiful and extremelly well sounding Spanish guitars (both Classical and Flamenco). His instruments (handmade with love, patience and great craftsmanship) are high quality but still affordable -if you do without premium dog food for a couple of decades. In this photo sequence you can see how he works. If you are interested, you can meet him on facebook: facebook.com/luthierj.guerrero.

Dips are for real

All Hellhounds Eve draws nearer and nearer.

I am the ruthless Heiress of a long Dynasty of Catalonian Vampire Dogs. Catalonian Hellhounds are called Dips and appear on many coats of arms. They are mischievous black long-haired dogs who earn their living as loyal emissaries of the Devil, enjoy sucking people's blood -and are otherwise handsome and gentle beings. My bloodthirsty ancestors return to life on this most canine of all festivities.

Happy Hellhounds Eve to all my friends!

Canine Festivity (and yet more family: medieval predecessors)

All Hellhounds Eve draws nearer: let's think of The Apparently Dead. This photo appeared once on my facebook account as "profile picture" but actually I'm not the dog photographed on it, I just shot the photo. The guy with the blood-dripping teeth and the wild eyes is my ancestor Xuqui Primer El Sementalot, the father and founder of a dynasty of Dips, Catalonian Hellhounds renowned for their cruelty, their ruthlessness, their sound cynicism and their good looks. Always beware of Xuqui's Offspring 'cause our wrath is legendary! Otherwise we are quite friendly.

K9 Ancestors

Yet another shot of the extremely rare Spanish-Cuban Mountain Dog.

K9 Family

I've found my sister Quanna on the facebook. She's now one of the stars of a Hungarian Havanese Kennel. Maybe one day we'll meet personally -or rather doggally- again, most likely as two expatriate bitches on a dog show somewhere in Olde Europe. I miss you Quanna. All Love from your black sista from Spain!

The Spanish-Cuban Mountain Dog: the legend of the Sierra

That's the very rare Spanish-Cuban Mountain Dog -that is, the now very rare Spanish-Cuban Mountain Dog. In the beginning of the 20th century they were very common in the mountainous regions of Eastern Andalusia and in the Cuban Sierra Maestra. They were rustic energetic little balls of fluff and true multi-purpose dogs: they were excellent goat herders, watch dogs, chicken hunters and lap dogs, being the laps of their equally rustic owners their favourite workplace. They were very intelligent and most likely that was the cause of the stagnation and ulterior almost complete disappearance of the breed: they were quite successful at outsmarting their owners -who eventually noticed and took drastic measures: by the middle of the century almost all SCMDs had been substituted by German Shepherds. Yet quite a bit of their genetic inheritance survived: in the increasingly popular Havanese. This photo was taken in the Sierra Nevada (near Granada) some time around 1915.

Filatelia canina

El sello cubano es
el mejor del universo.
Le das la vuelta y ¿qué ves?

Lleva salsa en el reverso.

Cagna scapigliata

August is almost over and I'm back to work -in still unbearably hot Granada. The worst thing is that my owners won't allow me to go to the hairdresser and have a bit of fluff taken off. Sometimes I hate being a long-haired bitch.

Cuore di cane e calcio

Black'n white mongrel gets the Cup

World Cup in South Africa -remember: a former British dominion- and in a couple of hours England vs. Germany. We know everything about World War II, the hat-trick of Geoff Hurst at the Old Wembley -including the most famous phantom goal ever and the role of linesman Tofik Bakhramov- and the views of Gary Lineker regarding the Mannschaft that always wins. But no one seems to think of the dog who actually won the World Cup, the black and white fellow renowned for his role in finding the stolen Jules Rimet Trophy in 1966: Pickles. Pickles, you were the real heroe! Your life wasn't easy after getting the Cup but you made the dream of an antire nation true. This is my modest tribute to you.