Today, February 1st , may seem like any other day for many of us, but it is a significant day for the Galgos of Spain. Galgos are hunting dogs used in Spain for a very short hunting season. They are often starved and treated cruelly while in the hands of their owners, in order to enhance their instincts to hunt hares. When gualgeros (Spanish hunters), no longer need Galgos, they are disposed of in the most sadistic manner imaginable. February 1st, marks the end of the hunting season in Spain and the beginning of the mass and horrific disposal of Galgos.
I first came across the plight of Galgos when I was a young woman traveling the Spanish countryside. I saw countless animal skeletons strewn over an otherwise picturesque country landscape and I couldn't fathom what had caused the end of life in these animals. Had there been an epidemic or contamination in livestock? If these were deer skeletons, why would hunters leave them behind? It took some searching before I was able to find my answers and what I learned stayed with me for years. I vowed to help when I could and this pledge is what led me to the adoption of Avalon, my little Galga ( the feminine form of Galgo).
Sadly, animal abuse is widespread throughout the world, and yes, it also sadly continues to exist here in my own country, in Canada. There is no shortage in human depravity when it comes to the unethical and barbaric treatment of animals. I believe the reason the plight of Galgos disturbed me as profoundly as it did, is the yearly, astronomical numbers involved in the genocide of this breed. As many as 100,000 Galgos are killed every year in Spain.One hundred thousand lives, sadistically disposed of as if they were inanimate tools no longer useful for the depraved "sport" of hunting. Once the hunting season is complete, Galgos are shot en masse, buried alive, or attached to moving trains. They are strapped to bucking bulls until they expire. Their legs are broken, after which they are turned out into the streets to slowly die of starvation. Often they are hit by unsuspecting cars when they wander, disoriented, into traffic. It seems to be a bragging right amongst gualgeros to conjure up the cruelest end for the hunting dogs in their care. Which leads me to the second reason I am a Voice for the Galgo.
Man's best friend. Woman's best friend. A child's best friend. Did we not, from the very beginning of time, enter into an unvoiced but quietly understood agreement with the dog? A dog could help us put food on the table all those years ago, when hunting was truly the only means of survival for the human race. And we, we would in turn ensure the dog's survival. We would protect them and cherish them for their loyalty, love and ability to selflessly work with us as a valued member of our human pack. I believe there is a rule that is written in the sands of time, it echos in all of our minds if we choose to hear it. This decree stipulates, nay, insists, that we never sully the unique bond and trust between human and dog. Mindlessly killing 100,000 hunting dogs a year , shamefully dishonors that ancestral agreement. It is blood on our hands. Please join me in being the Voice of the Galgo. diadelgalgo.com
My name is Avalon and I am living here in Canada because of the special people who are, Ibizan Hound Rescue.
If you would like to read my story, please google , Vera and her pups. Vera is my mom and she was a very brave dog who saved all ten of her puppies from certain death. It is a good story! You can also learn more about the rescue of Galgos at, Galgos Del Sol .
This is my BFF, Nymeria , a Galgo/Podenco mix, rescued by Wilhelmina's BFF, Mia's, humom from , Scooby Medina. Scooby Medina rescues hundreds of Galgos every year.
My name is Avalon. I am a little Galga living in Vancouver, Canada. I am safe, loved and free. I dream that one day all Galgos will have the life I lead.
Thank you for reading.
the critters in the cottage xo