Many times when I need to go to pick up
a dog, I have to explain that I do not speak Spanish that I am Dutch. But I
never have problems in making myself understood. What is too much for this "Dutch
girl" to get used to, is to rescue greyhounds from the highway, to find
many of them run over. In my country these things don’t happen.
And although I've been here for a few
months, I do not get used to collecting greyhounds so skinny that I do not know
how they can still be alive, seeing people abandoning their dogs by throwing
them over the gate of the shelter or finding very close to Scooby of what could
have been the scene of a horror film, the place where dozens of greyhounds have
been killed.
All these things break my heart again
and again. People tell me that I'm always happy but the sadness and the tears
are inside. People do not see the nightmares I have sometimes. But in spite of
that, I will continue to rescue them whatever and whenever, I will keep
fighting for them ALWAYS! This has to stop!!
