Thu 1st of March 2012 – Rocco

I met Rocco only a few hours before I left Havana for London last Sunday. He was on a little rocky beach five minutes from the house where my girlfriend grew up. Rocco was absolutely fearless. The waves were wild and the rocks were sharp and I thought he wasn't going to return from the sea, but he did. The owner told me Rocco had already won seven fights and had made him good money. I for one wouldn't want to be the other dog.