Moving mentioned in the previous article included a paragraph complicated, within all the changes complicated points usually come, but in this case was a complicated point that at first glance seemed easy, and it was not. In order not to digress and mention it to end the mass "? reader of this corner, the fact is that you had to care for and transport a dog, and someone had to examine it.
Of course, in the tradition of participation and charming that my parents have grown with me all my life, my father entrusted the task to me.
But we started well, it is the only dog \u200b\u200bfor which my acquaintance (for my close) canofobia not affect me. If anyone has ever seen me play, petting, or talking kindly to a dog, it's him.
In fact, supposedly, or at least at first, the dog was mine ...
Why would I, who have never been given to the animals, have a dog? Memory fails me, but really, in my rambling incomplete records, I conclude that someone, "someone" must have looked bad in those lonely years and thought that a pet, it has since forced me to abandon a of my favorite games (that is, to dirt roads and villages of stone in the yard where they lived at the time my paternal grandparents), I would do well. By the way, provide some resources and would deliver a puppy to a old friend.
But things began to come out in unexpected ways from the time it was very clear that my little hobbit hole was not prepared either to receive a couple of tastings, let alone a dog. From there the pet ended with my grandparents. And Providence can do things: in the end I needed it most. Although since then not stop reminding me every so often my irresponsibility as "father" of the canine, which I prepared to read a complete encyclopedia of dogs, it was useless, because their real masters, my grandparents, following their academic and processed methods of raising pets, home raised as a dog either, for amazement of the experts.
Over the years, and already has had enough, has been a faithful companion and annoying, insatiable in their hunger and their want to play, just needs to talk, and even their flaws (which I will not mention publicly, also deserves dignity , right? You can still have dignity virtual who does.) earned the affection of all. Mine included, what is already an achievement on his part.
So today I had to look after him and take him to his new home.
When I was scared. At times shaking, assume that your instincts made him think in your mind of can that would be left in that place that no longer seemed known, where even the barking sounded weird. He refused at one point even to eat pieces of bread, which spoke of the shock I had. I do that in many years I never dared to even out the corner, they first walk through the courtyard to calm him, and then take to the streets, looking for trees as it travels last trod the paths only go to haircut. I did what ever: hug. Do I have softened the mood with pets? I think not, but this is already the family, and when you feel like something or someone, do those things. It's like what happens when you become a fan of a team guy, you feel like your uncle, your cousin, even your brother why you suffer, get angry (I have witnesses: the mayor of Isla de Maipo, hahaha), cry and laugh with him.
When the time came time to leave most difficult mission: to ensure that the dog not eggs the driver on the long journey that eventually took only half an hour. Surprisingly, and in keeping with the spirit that took place during the day, the dog behaved. In what may be asked a scared pet, taken on a leash, and embraced by an inexperienced young man, of course. But he did well. At times even turned to look at the landscape, and tunnels, as well as those people who have never seen a road, his head down and refused to look.
Arrived a su nuevo hogar, no demoró en acostumbrarse, retomar el hambre y la sed, y en reconocer su nueva casa; pues ya no dormitará bajo una "mejora" de población callampa canina (pues su "hogar invernal" era un toldo tendido entre pared y sillas, cerrado con cajas, y unas mantas): ahora lucirá con estilo una casa de plástico donde he pensado que le cabría muy bien una de esas viejas TV de 5' en blanco y negro. (Pero mantendrá sus viejas mantas)
Es raro que tenga ganas de hablar de un perro, del único perro vivo al que le tengo real cariño (hay algunos pocos a los que les tengo simpatía, después de años de mi fatídico trauma, se me ha abierto un poco la mente), pero creo que it deserves and I deserve it so special I am after work.
could also talk about how I took one for almost a whole afternoon of seven cats, but truth be told, one broke a vase, another swallowed so much food that eventually return, and the truth is a bit reluctant to take care of them, is not exactly the same as with dogs. (And anyway, I've grown accustomed same) So in cats, the words are in another time.
