People often ask me why I chose to rescue Podencos. The truth is—I didn’t choose them. They found me.
I’ll never forget the first time I looked into the eyes of a Podenco. There was something ancient in their gaze, something wild and wise and unbearably sad. I saw in them, a quiet strength, a gentleness despite the cruelty they’d endured.
It wasn’t just about rescuing dogs. It was about giving a voice to the unheard, shining a light on a breed so often overlooked and misunderstood. They aren’t “just hunting dogs.” They are soulful, sensitive, intelligent beings who deserve far more than the world has given them.
