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Looking back in time and at one´s history is never a bad thing. This is my story, of how I arrived in the Canary Islands and how my enthusiasm for the Canary dogs was born. I lived in Barcelona, Spain, and as circumstances would have it,...

[vc_row row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css_animation="" css=".vc_custom_1482315954670{background-image: url(https://nueva.iremacurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/presas-canarios.jpg?id=15964) !important;}"][vc_column][vc_empty_space height="200px"][vc_column_text] ¿Presas Canarios? [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="200px"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css_animation=""][vc_column][vc_empty_space][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css_animation=""][vc_column][vc_column_text]     Cuando yo llegué a Canarias, recién casado y con veintitrés años de edad, nada sabía de...