I first discovered Guti in the plaza in our town. A friend of mine said, “Look, there’s Guti. Shall we go and say hello?” And we went over to where the dog was. He lay on the ground, with his ears hanging low. As we came up to him, he opened his eyes for a moment, then shut them again. He didn’t do another thing. That was his way of saying hello.
At one time there used to be a dog on every boat. The dog was just another member of the crew. That’s the kind of dog Guti is, small, a rat terrier, a dog as strong, quick and self-reliant as all seamen are.