Hey everyone, it’s me, Solace the Galgo, writing to remind you that I haven’t found my forever home yet. If you think I look sad in my portrait, don’t worry–like most normal people with feelings, I might feel sad once in a while, but this particular look only means my roommate Aria was distracting me. In my second photo, what you see is me enjoying the view from a portion of the nearly 2 acres I get to play on while waiting for my forever guardian to find me; I enjoy it, but that doesn’t mean I need acres. A private, 6′-fenced yard with room to run around in will do. Before I came to Oregon, my third photo was taken by the people in Spain who saved me from being part of a culling of canine hunting tools. (Being a hunter’s dog in Spain rarely ends well for us hounds.) I think I do look a little unhappy in that one. But at least I was rescued. I’m sorry that if you adopt me, you won’t be able to tell your friends that you rescued me from the dog meat trade, or from being a bait dog, or from a shelter euthanasia list. I’m sorry that I am already rescued. I don’t want to talk about how I used to suffer, before I was rescued. I want to be happy. Could you help me, by spreading the word that already-rescued dogs really need forever homes too?