And finally the day and time arrived. After the Perro de Presa Canario was recognized by the Real Sociedad Central Canina Española, on April 28th, at the Institución Ferial de Canarias, in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria.
Before the appointed time (4 p.m.) a crowd of dogs and their owners were waiting on the esplanade and stairs of the main entrance of the Institución Ferial. There everyone was looking at everyone, and at the dogs, which were the reason for the party. And some of us greeted each other (we greeted each other) slyly, because that’s how this dog story is.
Some of the dogs were large, too large to be Canary Island Presa dogs, some medium, and some small, light, too light. Most of them had flat ribs, when the wide ones are adequate. And it was commented, of the foreign dogs, that they were not typical (But which were the typical ones?). All and none. Then the door was opened and they said that the dogs could pass, one by one, forming small groups, so as not to crowd all before the judge, who was Evaristo Sanllehí Piera, dressed in black like a crow’s wing of bad omen, and Carlos Salas, who served him as ring commissioner, papers in hand and pen, more nervous than usual, and Don Valentín Álvarez, president -is this position for life? because he has been president for years, lord and master of the Spanish national canine movement of the Central Canina, and Andrés del Río, vice-president, always so neat, with his moustache and glasses, and so tall that he makes one envious (the usual critics say that he is the one who manages, from his background, the strings of the dog show, Carlos Cuenca, with his inseparable navy blue jacket, and his chivita of a movie actor of any other time, and a young lady (that nobody ever introduced me -what a pity-, very robust, like a sumo wrestler). That is to say, the Central Canine in weight had gone to Las Palmas de Gran Canaria to solve, once and for all (alas, they were going to make a mistake once again!) the already eternal problem of the Perro de Presa Canario.
And the show began. “Pass first,” someone said. Sanllehí looked beatifically, behind his glasses, as only he knows how, at the canary dog, and said something to Carlos Salas, and Carlos Salas answered more or less, “yes”, or, “no”, and so on, and so on, the whole show. And the first black bird dog was told no, that it was not contemplated in the standard, and word spread, and those who had black dogs there got their blood rushing to their heads. And Antonio Cabezas Albamonte (who is everywhere, like the Holy Spirit -he lives by that-) let himself be seen, made himself seen, and with his little portrait camera in his hand he would call an owner with his dog, once the exam was over, and he would take him aside and steal a snapshot for posterity. Thus, dogs and more and more canary dogs of presa canaries that in nothing resembled each other (not even between siblings, an example: a brother, fawn, of the one that the next day was Excellent 1st in Open Class Males, and of the bitch that was Excellent 1st in Open Class Bitches, was discarded for being atypical, and for being too big). And in the end, with the agreement of their owners, seeing that they were rejecting the black dogs, the remaining ones were passed one after the other. It was like a kind of Judeo-Masonic plot. And they should have seen the eyes of Sanllehí, and those of the president, Mr. Valentín Alvarez, and those of Andrés del Río, and those of Carlos Cuenca, and, finally, those of Carlos Salas.
Oscar Muñoz de las Nieves, president of the Club de Perros de Presa de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, in the lead presented his black bitch, and all hell broke loose. In the end, Carlos Salas, aware that he was at a dead end, said that he did not see any inconvenience in allowing the black prisoners to pass (also). And the Canine in weight, after deliberations, with the dog owners and cynologists present, said well, let them pass. In total, 117 of the one hundred and seventy-something dogs registered passed the examination. 117 dissimilar prey from any point of view. Rokote, like his litter sister (the Rokote of the advertisement of the dog magazine Wow, of which I already spoke in a letter published in El Mundo del Perro, no 107, pag. 52), son of Bullmastiff bitch with pedigree, passed the seen-good and a dirty fawn dog, son of American Staffordshire Terrier and Bullmastiff bitch with pedigree also, and several more crossbreeds, shameless, of Bullterrier, of Neapolitan Mastiff, of Perro de Ganado Majorero, and several other things.
They were all lumped together. And now the breeders are left to fend for themselves. Let them use what they like best. Here we have the future of the Perro de Presa Canario.