I, Catarina, am in mourning over the ending of summer.
The bond between dogs and humans is one of the oldest and most historical relationships we can personally know.
I step out the door. The sun is hot, bright, facing me as I face it and greet it good morning. There is a strong breeze blowing, reminding me of the ending of winter. Two dogs greet me, wagging their tails happily and lazily as they bask in the morning light. Their fur is soft and very warm. After weeks of grey overcast, it’s stunning how this sunny day can lift up my mood. I feel energised, light, social, happy.
Skippy was who you would first meet on a visit to Vale das Lobas, ever since there was a Vale das Lobas. He would greet you on the doorstep, and if you went for a walk, he always lead the way, a white fluff with two blueish-white beacons for eyes and a heavy undulating tail.