Manto lived in one of the cages in the public pound of Sparta. Apart from the filth, the disease and the starvation that had affected her to the extent that she barely walked the first days, the most impressive of all is how she managed to survive without being simply trampled.
She is incredibly tiny, like a hound that someone somehow shrunk. She weighs as much as a feather and has two huge, wet eyes, that she keeps as open as possible at all times, as if she is trying to satiate the comfort, the cleanliness and the care.
She is a unique creature, ethereal, like a little fairy.
She has now recovered, she walks with pride, and she turns around to the shelter with a curiosity and a zest. You want o stand by and enjoy looking at her and at the same time you want to hold her in your arms forever.
She is a little thief, and lives stealing food whenever she can. And she loves other dogs, she hangs out with them and usually gives them love bites in their feet and faces.
