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.
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