Gussi's story # 4

I have discovered a new passion of mine: Chasing Waves.

Sometimes my mum and dad take me to the seaside in Denmark, and we walk on the beach and find funny things in the sand. At first I didn't care about those white foamy things moving back and forth... but then I got my paws wet!

I became a bit crazy and tried to catch those naughty things... but I couldn't. I just got my mouth full of salty water! And when my mum began paddling in the water, I just had to follow. I mean - maybe she needed help or something...!

But she didn't; she just laughed. And I realised that it was FUN to get my tummy wet and it was FUN to splash about in the water.

So we splashed about for a long time - me and my mum and dad. Later we ran in the sand and dried ourselves in the sun. And had a little snack.

I DO like the seaside. I really do!!

I was once a Spanish Stray dog... but now I have a forever home.

Many of my friends are still at the pound though - and new dogs come in all the time. Please help them - so many wonderful dogs desperately needs a good home. Or maybe you could help financially... the expenses are high and money are sparse. 

My Mum, Mia, havde put up a fund for Spanish Stray Dogs, and if you could support this with a little - or a lot - I will tell you stories about my new life and my travels. Wouldn't that be nice?!  

Gussi's Story # 3

Often our travels brings us to Bruges in Belgium - because it is on the route to England, and because my Mum just loves it there!

I love it too now! There are a lot of people, and I am not so keen on that, but we always find the quiet streets and the quiet places, where we can relax with a coffee, a cake and a doggy biscuit or two.

There are also a lot of horses and swans and ducks - but I take them all in my stride.

Last time we were there, I was sitting with my Mum for a while by the canal to watch people sailing by and also the swans. And it was so funny, because a lot of people came over to talk to me and pet me.

They say that "I was a beautiful chap" - and the funny thing is, that nobody wanted me for so long. Nobody noticed me for 3 years when I was in the Spanish pound. And now I am noticed all the time.

People talk to me and praise me, and I do like it - mostly. Some people can be a bit too hasty, and then I slink back behind my Mum. And then people talk to her instead. She likes to talk...


I was once a Spanish Stray dog... but now I have a forever home.

Many of my friends are still at the pound though - and new dogs come in all the time. Please help them - so many wonderful dogs desperately needs a good home. Or maybe you could help financially... the expenses are high and money are sparse. 

My Mum, Mia, havde put up a fund for Spanish Stray Dogs, and if you could support this with a little - or a lot - I will tell you stories about my new life and my travels. Wouldn't that be nice?!  

Gussi's Story # 2

My first trip in the motor home was to Denmark, where my Mum had rented a little house for four weeks. She thought I needed some quiet time with the family, so that we could get to know each other.

I loved it all - except all the cold and snow. For the coldest days Mum gave me a sweater - a striped, woolly thing. It was rather nice to wear, because it was warm and comfortable, and luckily, I do not mind so much about my looks. (Mum thought I looked adorable... I am not sure I agree though!).

We had the greatest time! My Dad often played with me, and I love to be "chased" and then slide gracefully through the living room on a loose carpet. And Mum's Mum is the best cook - she made Danish meatballs every other day for my benefit!

I do try to behave my very best, and I can feel that I am truly loved. The only thing I am NOT allowed is sleeping in my parent’s bed at night. But I am on the right track, I am sure - sometimes I sneak in for a cuddle and manage to stay for some time. Longer and longer and.... zzzzzzz.

I was once a Spanish Stray dog... but now I have a forever home.

Many of my friends are still at the pound though - and new dogs come in all the time. Please help them - so many wonderful dogs desperately needs a good home. Or maybe you could help financially... the expenses are high and money are sparse. 

My Mum, Mia, havde put up a fund for Spanish Stray Dogs, and if you could support this with a little - or a lot - I will tell you stories about my new life and my travels. Wouldn't that be nice?!  

Gussi's story # 1

I spent three long years in a Spanish pound. I am four years old (I think) - so it IS a very long time. Many dogs came and went, but some of us just stayed. It felt like forever, and for some strange reason nobody fell for our charming personalities.

One day the volunteers at the pound told me, that this lady in Denmark wanted to adopt me! ME! After all this time! It was suddenly very confusing, because I had to have tests done and my very own passport and loads of other things.

Finally the day came. I had to travel all the way to England, where the Danish lady and her husband was waiting for me. They were travelling round Europe in a motor home, so I would be a travelling dog - how fun was that!!

My first travel took me all the way from Spain through France and with boat to Folkestone. We arrived in the middle of the darkest night, and Mia and John waited for us. I was the first dog to be handed over to new owners, and I was tired and dizzy and also a little afraid - but soon I had found my own place in the motor home and fell asleep.

The next day I had a bath (I needed that, I must admit!) - and later we went for a long walk along the sea. I still remember the smells and sounds of salty air and screaming gulls.

From that day on I had two kind people to call mine and a place to call home. I don't mind in the least that it is a home on wheels... :-)

I was once a Spanish Stray dog... but now I have a forever home.

Many of my friends are still at the pound though - and new dogs come in all the time. Please help them - so many wonderful dogs desperately needs a good home. Or maybe you could help financially... the expenses are high and money are sparse. 

My Mum, Mia, havde put up a fund for Spanish Stray Dogs, and if you could support this with a little - or a lot - I will tell you stories about my new life and my travels. Wouldn't that be nice?!