Harry the new dog. He is a caballero. That's not his breed, it's his character.
Although Toad has promised to try to write a blog every day through Lent, he might well have problems doing so for the next few days. One of his closest friends is not at all well and Toad is going to walk a bit of the Camino with him in mind. It can't do his friend any harm, and the worst it can do to Toad is kill him. Or make him stronger.
He will get the train to Astorga and walk to Ponferrada if he can. It should take three days. Three days without dogs is a lot for Toad. For light relief and bedtime reading, he will take The Unquiet Grave, by Cyril Connolly. Toad enjoys Cyril's moaning, self-flagellating and posturing, but dosn't expect anyone else to.