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Puppy and its burdens

Doggy
two years old, a tusk to Virula, softly complex, ill-tempered with other dogs and two or three defects.

also has powers because the photos appear in all fluorescent green eyes is not normal, I think he caught on the street a rare thunderstorm or something.

Dog, the sixth Misfit. And I will investigate to see what their power.

But being abused, neglected, and can hit sequels. And in the case of puppies, are

1 - No one likes to be alone. At first she came to disconsolately home crying every time I went to work. I just moved to a neighboring building with a doorman Majete but assholes. Every day I was on hand all day to count the time spent Puppy crying after I left (5 minutes longer day, gentlemen, and they were not barking, they were crying canine), every day I said to him you need Dog was "freedom." Puppy left to mourn and give the goalkeeper stopped the pain in the ass, not before I take out for a walk to the cock that can be on me (not in vain My Mother Mola Mil).

2 - Paste as a child. As has broken jaw and missing two tusks and teeth, Doggy has handicaps. With food, bones and toys no problem, but your mouth is "delicate" and fighting (playing) with Gol notices. So instead of nibbling, as normal Perris, stick with the legs. And slaps small doggy. As the girls.

3 - Do not know how to play football (or anything). seems absurd, but also learn to play. And since nobody Doggy had spent time, not knowing. We went to the park, I was tugging his donut (a donut made of material of tennis balls, great!) and he was going to look and instead of hiding it bring it back. When we went to Retiro and Princezaz Moli, Puppy was much better, but still noticed something weird (is that they are ready.)


It took several sessions of therapy Vann Point Light and simple mechanism to learn the "I'll throw it away, you bring me." Gradually

you are noticing fewer defects and Puppy is still better. And I hope that by the spring the difference is as great as in these photos teaching before and after a few stray dogs that, like mine, have been lucky enough to find a home / family / life new.

(Dice Efe to be spending some time without drawing anything, let alone dogs. But I do not think so)

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Puppy and their complexes

Doggy
doing things that had never seen in my previous dogs. Of course, all dogs are less Gol, a German shepherd 40 kilos. See.

I put the vision and accompany the pup while he runs his domain sniffing absolutely all the trees, corners and street lights (because they are yours) until you find one that you particularly like. Then leg lifts, twists, infinitely heel is up ... and pee against the force of gravity.

my bitches That did not. Neither Gol. So when an evil man asked if I was pee Doggy up I asked, very curious, that how he knew.

"They do small dogs. Is to mark the tree and the other dogs think that is larger.
So Gol do so because the only dog \u200b\u200bin the neighborhood taller than he is the bulldog in the corner. And because if it points upward, how big it is, you are just the tree. Anyway.

Great, Dog is complex.

Ah! The cartoons are Efe.

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Dog, a life bitch a lot "crazy"

(Thanks to Captain Ahab for the title)

At first I was not sure I could have dogs. Laziness and chaos are strong in me, so I dreaded the moment when, at X weeks to take care of Puppy, responsibilities beyond me. Feeding, bathing, brushing, give the tablets, walk him three times a day. I was not sure if I could do well, and the last thing that was missing from the poor, then how bad it happened, was a disastrous owner. Anyway, we took three months and peak and things are going well.

Even now amid the wave of polar cold: it out in the morning dressed as if I were to climb the Himalayas with Jesus Calleja, take it out for lunch before going to work dressed as the economic perriodista it out by night with my coat in Dog Walking (ADEPAP).

My ADEPAP is a vision that my grandfather gave my mother when I turned 18, my mother used since turning 38 and I only put me at night because the last time they adapted to the fashion time was 1988 and when I put out look like Back to the Future (or dynasty).

But I use it because, friends, the cavemen had reason. Because the Russians were right. Stark because they were right. The skins are the best thing to have against the cold. I take my coat to go to work and I get to walk to the Dog and what you want to tell you: it's another roll. Besides

visoncitos the poor were already dead before I was born, and I think it gives good karma to contribute to their deaths have not been in vain.

So I put my mink eighties, and left.

not know if you have guessed by his looks, but Dog is a tough guy who does not trust any other dog.

has lived in the street no one knows how long, and I have had to whore much. So, when it crosses the street with another furry creature basically grunts. No biting, not looking for a fight (normal, his jaw broken as it would not last half assault), but does not trust.

often treated with three dogs:

1. Cannibal, the Yorkie Toy MeriBella my ex-grantee, with whom she starred in a wonderful scene that Captain Ahab described as "ice prison rape" on the floor of my room to decide who was boss.

2. Africa, my friend Cris terrier, in whose house Dog pee as it goes through the door. They say it's because Africa and likes dogs peeing is like for 5 year olds pulling pigtails.

3. Gol, my German shepherd who lives at 40 kilos and that Doggy casapadres insists on barking like a dog instead of a circus was a guard dog. Gol looks at him with infinite patience and sighs as if to say: "You have to see how much noise is a snack."

But people love it.

I am surprised that a creature that has suffered so much because of the people, who have done so many putadas, is so sociable.

All vagrants passing through the neighborhood give conversation (I do not talk to me) (not that I mind) and he looks as if they understand.

Goalkeepers 5 * hotel the next block are racing to give a prize every time we doggy there: Dog gets excited like crazy and after eating her cookie will move the bum happy.

crazy ladies in the neighborhood, those who wear the purple hair, clothes and thousands of foulards rare neck, love him. If they go with their dogs and have a variable number ranging from one to three small dogs looking like assholes, not because they Puppy growls. But if they make it more party alone if it were your grandchild.

Why is that?

Imagine for a moment that is a very cold day and I took my walk to Dog Shelter. And it rains, so that Puppy has the red rain jacket with hood.

To me that crazy old neighborhood and we have accepted as theirs. We

Super Integrated.

Once again, the cartoons are Efe.

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Puppy and I Dog discovers the world

Doggy is small (10 kilos), hairy (covered with white hair and black, and little to neglect me, also my sofa, and my sweaters and my boots are covered in that hair ), soft (the thousand cuts that had it have been cured, and the day 'bath-warm water and shampoo for dogs also smells like soft toys for 48 hours.)

is not soft, not outside or inside. When he arrived he saw the ribs, now has some meat on the bones. No one knows sit, when you do plant your ass on the floor to give you a cookie or before putting the strap to go, moving uncomfortably as if it bothered him so rare that position. I think he has a broken rib and badly soldered, probably because of the same motherfuckin which jumped two teeth of a kick.

What is beautiful are the eyes. Brown, intelligent, very sad.

Dog has a broken jaw, nose and crooked teeth to the Virula, but now that is not the nerves seem to smile all the time. It is cuddly as I have not seen another dog. If he falls asleep on the couch gets Pegaditas to me and stayed on if I separate. If you sleep on the floor put your head on my feet. If you sleep in my bed on his back is fried, and not believing the good fortune he has had.

Have you seen what version monkey scampering Doggy Efe ?

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past three months and something I have a new roommate: Doggy .

Doggy came suddenly. I was eating the pie spectacular home of Sark Bad Man HerrDaine and when I called a friend from gigs. It was an emergency: the dog that a neighbor had found his abandoned, full of blood, with the lower jaw hanging down, and scared to death at a gas station on the outskirts of Madrid needed a home and needed now. Or he found a foster home that night, or going to a kennel. And in his state had not put up in a cage outdoors or two days.

So I brought him. Trembling, frightened, in pain and his blanket Frink compulsively. It seemed a nerve with hair, but what we had was a very fat dog trauma abused.

When it came to me and was not full blood, but very skinny, with a tusk to Virula and an expression of fear that it reminded but little pain was more than anything else. The first time I picked her up and I put it on your lap to watch TV, Dog did not know what was going to do. It is as if he had cherished ever.

In principle it would be a couple of weeks, while lasting treatment with antibiotics and painkillers, the vet decided if you require surgery of the mandible and the kennel girls found him another home. The two weeks turned into four, four to six, and soon he had already bought a bed, a dog collar preppy, another necklace to go to the beach thousands of toys and I think more expensive than I can afford.

But it was not until two months had already been making company three times a day while strolling through their territory ...


... I realized that Dog was here to stay. I was telling this story to a friend (Efe said that he, and he may be right): "It paints the tail twisted circus dog, so I've bought a silver necklace as Paris Hilton's dog ". Suddenly he started laughing and said, "It's your dog. You know, right?"

Dog pictures courtesy of Efe Morningstar (illustrator, enlightened mind and muse).

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Without it there would have been the same

Hello! I come to try to fulfill my new year's resolution. Let me remember the previous post ... yes, this was going to write more. To tell things cute and happy. Good atmosphere to give back to the blog. To recover the humor.

And what better to do than talk about death.

of one in particular: Augusto Algueró.

He died yesterday, so I have no doubt seen the news on TV, in every newspaper, on the Internet. Even the clueless know by now that this man was the husband of Carmen Sevilla, who composed Noelia, the Eurovision Live Singing and Penelope (that is to blame for that Pe is called that).

I can think of to stop by the chapel that have been Sgae, but I want to do a little tribute here. Because Mr. Algueró is behind some very important things.

is behind a karaoke classic before they were invented karaokes: La Chica Yeye.



is behind many of the great songs of Marisol.




(Tombola not wear because I hate Tombola)

And behind the soundtrack for the Verano Azul we live over and over again.



So no, no he would not have been the same.

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Nosequien The other day I said "Well, I know who, Juan Cruz, but it is a man who I do not like too well and as I have friends that yes, because I was going to give diplomatic and ignore it, but, "for that, saying Juan Cruz, or better remembered Juan Cruz, Juan Jose Millas once said he wrote "because I was not good." Summary of Mr. Cruz: we write when we're screwed, sadness inspires much more than joy, depression muse is better than happiness.

That, Mr. Cruz, will be true if one wants to be Buero Vallejo. If, like me, you sucked as is to be a wannabe Poncela Jardiel -and that on good days and with a rush of endorphins of post-Frink - because, as it does not work. I've been a season

only thing I do is work, walking the dog, sleeping, going through Casapadres and mourn with the films of love.

And merit is not the movies, today has been with Tom Cruise saying "you complete me" and Bridget Jones replied "you had me at 'hello'." Puh-lease!

A reader which I have special affection for recently asked me if my long absence Formspring blogueril was because I had taken a boyfriend. My answer left him so cold that sent me an email with this great in that I loved but have not yet had their noses to answer. (To the reader: if you read this, is sending me from time to time by the espoti songs. Sometimes I put music on the gigs, and gives me life.)

I can not blame the PPP (Puto Parkinson's Dad). Neither my not-so-new boss, who has better days and worse but it is France Telecom. Or to have no fucking idea of \u200b\u200bchoosing men who since January 2009 damn that Facebook From Hell began to act up and I have not one (although it is true that I laughed a lot a lot). Or suddenly having grown up in the form of (A) lease to my sole name of a beautiful little apartment in the middle of my salary every month and (B) abandoned puppy depends me 100% while leaving the house with hair loss (in black and white, yes, you can be a hairy mongrel alopecic and still continue to maintain this style.)

I think it's my fault for not knowing how to get up at all, or not long enough.

But the point is that I was the inspiration.

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than not Jardiel Poncela, it does not happen or José Mota.

A long day or I can think of thousands of posts, yes, but when I get home and sit in front of HK and I do not remember what they were going.

For example last night I was reviewing the contents of my camera and saw a video of this summer, when Little Miss X, Lauris, StreetGirl and I were walking from Benidorm and we were lost in a town called Aspen and react as four good girls woo! And I thought "you go do something and post it's like your father of three talents and buried in the ground until you return."

also I have to write several posts about my new dog, which appeared suddenly and you have more friends in the neighborhood as me. At the moment I have the titles: "The Dog 1," "The Dog 2", "The Dog 3" and "The Dog 4."

When my father became ill and the wave of I became worth tsunami and needed pills and Ele (of female attendants) to exit the hole, one of the things I craved, one of the few that made me dream was to write here.

And I'll see if I can get back to be.

And if I can quickly overcome the stage José Mota and Buero Vallejo, and skip the stage Corin Tellado, and come quickly, if not the Jardiel Poncela, at least in Padilla Peace.

Work, sleep, walk the dog, I go (in moderation), I get drunk (no moderation no), I try new things, I attempt to link more and more young boys (the last was 23 ... 23! !) I cook (a little), I kill plants, I find a thousand and one ways to remove dog hair off the couch ... and I'll tell you.

This is my new year's resolution.

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My New Year's resolution

I have also a list of purposes for the 2011. Analyzing it, I think it is really a wish list: learn English by infused knowledge, my butt defies the law of gravity without stepping on the gym, stop being the clumsy of tribal dance class. So removing all impossible desires, I only have one real purpose for which I shall endeavor. And no, not quitting, I do not smoke.

stop swearing (taco, meaning number 19 in the dictionary Rae. And is 26. Take polysemous word).

Finally, I should stop swearing. Because in recent times in Aramaic swear any bullshit and that can not be, for two reasons: first, my friends say that I did not hit anything, I have left fatal. That's not going anything with the sweet girl image they have of me that suddenly I get to say "put the daughter ...". This is the first reason, but not essential, to let go because I download a good outburst and I can say Mass and that my reputation educated girl go to hell. But here's the second reason, which is really important: to be the teacher. For though I control myself, ever has escaped me a dirty word in class (especially when it comes out my natural clumsiness and I catch your finger in a drawer or give me in the thigh with the peak of the table). And the students stare at me with wide eyes and some always drop a "haaalaaa, which has dichooo."

So I decided to keep the zen and not swear in this 2011. Although not proving easy:

January 1, Barajas Airport. A traitor cart crushes me toe.

- Hostiaputajoder!

And in order to shit ... I mean ... go to hell.

Post-post: it acknowledges the assistance of Zagloso and correspondent in Palma, that when I had dinner with them on 1 evening graciously offered me a lot of synonyms for jod ... I mean, to annoy.