Ilena Velba Bra Holes

Oche (part I)

Also in the series "My family and other animals," although it would be more to say "animals and my family," the geese are Gina and Pina.
They landed in the gardens about three years ago, or four, for his birthday my mom. I'd feel guilty if you did not add that it all starts with my own joke. If I had kept the mouth shut, at this point we would not have these problems. However, you can not change the past, when my dad, unsure of gifts to buy, I asked an opinion, I said, given the passion of my mother for everything about the funny two-legged white and swaying, "but we take two geese. " I told a joke, though.
My dad had taken him seriously, so the evening ran closer to the breeding house, bought two yellow chicks in the garage and locked them inside a wooden box because the scacazzassero his valuable Moto Guzzi. The next morning, wake up early to sneak back to the birds, respectively primping with a red ribbon and a rose and take them on the porch, still in their mailbox. At
squawking unknown, my mother looked out the balcony and saw two chicks begging for battered yellow and maternal love. The melted my heart.
The beginnings were idyllic: it was summer, and the little trotting behind us every time one of us came out in the garden, and chirped because we stop to wait. They were so funny, while trudging through the grass always too high for them, and keeps them proud as we affectionately pecked fingers when held out of the blades of grass eat. Unfortunately
soon came adolescence, and this is also presented to mental illness that had never occurred before. Meanwhile, they were no longer the sweet and soft feathery chicks, but two ocotti half-cut, plucked, and the whitish outline of the feathers, which rattled the wings too small for running the garden. It was a sadly comical sight to see the efforts of the two feathers to take off in flight, and we expect that the change is complete for the last two white birds that my mother dreamed of.
One day, when the suit was not yet complete, my brother had brought the two geese to take a stroll through the garden. Sat down and began to extend the usual grass the birds, when suddenly one of the two wide the wings and set a human with empty eyes and menacing, he rushed against the beak in the middle of the forehead. And this was the beginning.
Another afternoon, after lunch as we passed an outdoor camping out at the table still laid, two dogs came to our ever-them-so, who began to fight to get a little brotherly 'notice. Immediately, one of the two geese that were militating around the table to check that order reigns and masterfully played the role of policeman, rushed to separate the two litigants, and gotten plenty on the head and hips. I have never seen my dogs run away with one click so fast, and yes I spent two years in vedermeli escape from under the nose.
Since that day, the dogs were shot and well off with his tail between his legs, looking right down 'approach to the pair of feathered policemen who patrolled night and day in the garden. When the so-called man's best friend went off to become experts in pet-Therapie, I'm sure that the two birds felt inordinately pleased in having removed from the scene of two competitors to the control of the garden.
At the same time, began to become clear that the two were not webbed and Gina Pina as we had hoped so, but Jim and Nancy. No goose eggs, and then, and nothing new pulcinotti cheerfully chirping to animate the garden.

With the arrival of autumn, the beginning of the school and return to everyday life, the geese-er, the Ochi-began to spend much time alone. We no longer had the ability to follow and accompany them on long walks outdoors, and they slowly forgot about us and we removed out of their small brain. Our faces mean nothing to them, although we saw every day, which meant the rupture of the report: identify us as strangers, and as such we would go away.
But this is what I would think a normal goose. Ours, with their delusions of omnipotence, they thought that as we went outside permanently deleted, and we aim to continue their pointed wings and neck stretched wide open, fluttering in a little friendly whenever we dared set foot in their area of \u200b\u200bexpertise. That meant every time you put your nose out of the house, because the two pens were bizarrely convinced to be master of the universe.
Unfortunately there was never any way to recognize us as friends again, and despite following the arrival of spring and our presence more and more assiduous in the garden, the two continues with impunity and to point us to do those races at the Olympics if the dream .
had become a problem just open the gate of their fence: as soon as the lock snapped, the two rushed against the door, forcing him to withdraw duties but little ladies accompanied by howls and screams of terror echoing.
To give us an attitude and groped to escape the sad fate of being subdued by a couple of ducks, geese - we started wandering around the garden equipped with a stick.
I'm not kidding. Try to make you stick a pair of geese-let me continue to emphasize this, because I would totally put into focus the question: Are we talking about geese. Quack-Quack. Webbed feet and tail wagging in rhythm with the rocking gait. I do not mean Rottweiler or kicking of zebras. Those who had taken power in our garden were two geese geese .- Assatanate, I said, and then see who laughs. The situation had become dangerous: they could no longer leave the house without feeling the fierce hissing behind. At that point we fell, we reinforced the door behind her and after-appropriate rites of encouragement in the mirror and flexed their muscles, they just came out with guns.
Unfortunately, following the arrival of winter, saw a tragedy.
While we were away from home-all in the days of the blackbird, a dog that is not cold-imagined, the two geese had managed to escape from the fence, and preparing plans to attack the machines once we went home, had given walks to the plot.
One day she strolls ended, one of two gay friends ventured into the pool, then frozen, and perhaps after strenuous struggles to get out, perhaps abandoning languidly in the cold, drowned.
Maybe it was suicide, because it is the first case of goose drowned in I hear.
When we returned, we found the grisly spectacle to goose wings outstretched neck and drowned, while his companion was waiting poolside, squawking and calling him to come out and stopped the joke, because that was starting to worry. It was a scene of an infinite sadness.

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Dogs

That our house does not rotate as normal animals, now you know.
He started fifteen years ago with the cats, each named after a dish-where he had never heard of a cat named soup? - And then have the fish cannibals and then the dogs, with private ambition to weed out the chicken houses of neighbors and finished in exasperation to a center of ex-drug addicts. Then came the birds: pigeons abusers of the public peace, geese convinced to dominate the world and finally the chickens from the attic. We pass

cats, which can also be defined as normal if you fly over and strange attitudes such as sleep balanced on the head of a statue of Aboriginal or on the armrest of a bench, appear on the balconies of the windows at heights course reckless-appear from the outside and receiving all-self-esteem that exceeds safe levels. But then they are cats. Cats are the nature of narcissi. Let us now
dogs, however, the two animals were a happy pair of adopted siblings at a young age after months and months of exhaustion, "Dad, we want a dog." To emphasize the "dad". The mother, who feels certain things if, had his doubts about it. However, in the end we'll win. And bring them home.
One of them was relatively normal. As a puppy, I mean. Before coming to our house.
was a normal puppy, one of many brothers, happy look stupid but sweet, reckless gaiety, chewy and round belly, in short, the bliss of being dog.
The other, alas, it was strange from the beginning, and all the adoptive families had noticed, ruling out thoroughly. It was in fact left the last of the litter, only in the fence.
My dad-and here we could choose an epithet that would not be very welcome, but comparing with the parent of a sea-folpo was touched to see him, that poor puppy all alone and rejected by the world, and so had decided to also take him.
gives notice that when you buy the dog, take a couple of males is, say, excessively irresponsible on the part of buyers, as the four-legged wolf-awaken the origins and create flock to him, which of course humans are not included. This leads to various manifestations of independence and rebellion, which usually end with the defeat of one of the schools. Those two evil cowards had decided that we would take the defeat of exhaustion, and they began from an early age under the net to dig the garden to escape to freedom. This corresponded with the surrounding corn fields. Thousands of square feet-hundreds-of thousands of fields of corn. What
in the fall, yet again, not a forest. Are sheared and the fields smozziconi continue to be covered by the stem, medium height thirty centimeters. In summer, however, these plants take on a somewhat annoying as that rise in height up to two meters abundant, thus forming a sort of blanket-green once our garden in summer, was called "a forest in the middle of a forest "- through which you see but even if you have x-rays instead of glasses.
Here, our adorable dogs enjoyed a nice run around between the ears, leaving at various times with the palm of your nose. It was annoying to hear the tantrums of my dad every time we fools we miss the dogs, who enjoy escaping from everywhere, but fortunately once while the gate ajar he signed a receipt to the postman, the two bastards-that-were bastards so much about the wriggling between her knees to give himself the cheerful country race day. Since then, word was never spoken about to miss the accursed from under the nose. Some days they were uttered, however, when the beloved and faithful four-legged companions massacred in two chicken houses, raid and be fun to do then to find the factors, smiling and exhausted after a night of madness. Surrounded by dead or dying birds. Usually held in the mouth a crow's foot, so as not to understand that they had been horribly to massacre all the poor fowl. Often the raids
our loved ones, joined a Botolo neighbors, a Maltese-size 40x20 and the hair shaved to zero. Maltese said the dwarf was fiercely in love with that dog-crazy-crazy really ours. They were a charming couple, actually. The trio, on balance, if he drew badly, and my mother had become resigned to be told, when in the midst of desperate asking passersby if they had seen two dogs on the run, "two no, ma'am, but it's white dogs We saw three. They went that way.. " After a couple of years
grueling pace of a couple of escaped a day, by chance, and I would add for pure ass, we learned of the existence of pet therapy in rehabilitation facilities for toxic or physically handicapped. Saying that stood up to my ears is superfluous. Within a week they had found contact with a character in one of these communities, washed and scented dogs and brought them into the mountains to a meeting to see if they fit the assignment. I think my mom has asked all the saints pregabili to ensure that the two monsters were accepted and she was freed of that burden that ruins the life of two years in that part. The two-
stinking and for this I would say that the fervent faith awakened in my mother during that week led to immediate results and concrete-were immediately accepted.
stinking because they behaved impeccably, walking tranquil pace of the owners, almost slipping off, and showing even timid and deferential in the face of the senior center.
So it was so, after two years of cohabitation, that our dogs escaped in a trend-gay-found themselves in a treatment center for drug addicts.
Now that they no longer live with us seem to be quite calm them both.

Double Upper Converse Lacing

Grammatically, I love you.

"I love you."
Five letters: three vowels, two consonants and then the space that must be considered, otherwise you offend and disappears, leaving the other two words stick / "Tiamo" / merged into a single word that encompasses the meaning of the other two.

"I love you," I love you ',' Je t'aime. "
Three ways to say it, the same feeling you get to hear it.

"I love you." I
, subject, love, verbal predicate, to you, additional term.
three parts, consists of three parts as the phrase, without much analysis: word, space, word.
subject, complement, verb.
I, you, love.
three parts.