|Posted by Anna Belleforte on June 6, 2017 at 1:30 PM|
There’s something about Celine Dion’s greatest hits that make me cry ugly and feel good at the same time. So I was bawling my way across the border into Spain. I have the feeling I’m leaving Tully behind, and of course, I am. I was hoping to take lots of pictures of my dog in great scenery, you know the kind where he’s not aware he’s being photographed as he stares out to sea, or looks over his shoulder at some beautiful fountain, or indeed (as he often did) plonking his paws on the rim of the fountain to get at the spouting water.
So I had thought perhaps I could find a postcard of a Portuguese Waterdog. But I didn’t see a single image or souvenir relating to the Portuguese Waterdog anywhere in Portugal. Nor for that matter a single PWD living locally. Plenty of Portuguese roosters, cats, horses and fish painted on tiles, leather or cork. You’d think they might exploit it a little bit with Obama famously taking a PWD as White House pet. (For the record: we had one before he did.) I know there is a pack living in the Ria Formosa national park on the Algarve, because we visited there several years ago. There they live ‘in the wild’ (within the care of the national park). I can’t say Tully had as great a life as that… but I think he had it pretty good with us: certainly he appreciated the comfort of good linens.