Sunday, June 27, 2010

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Stroll & unclean beasts


morning a cousin of b - no, here r-word, a relative (opening a small parenthesis useless, but why the heck I have so many close to home ? Do not is human ) comes out with this sentence: "Camilla, now I just can not be at home, and in must come out, think you?"
Panic & Fear.
I love dogs, really. And I love Nel. But from the spoil to take it home for a walk there is an abyss.
Now, they call you for an "in" you would expect a creature puccioso, right? Nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, for heaven's sake, he is puccioso, but that 'immense agglomeration of saliva and hair by the name of Nelson is a St. Bernard more than ninety kg, in addition, does not listen to a beloved pipe. Last summer he uprooted a pine tree. Seriously! No, not a young seedling, a beautiful big tree! And I am a little thing a hundred pounds to one meter and sixty. A NIGHTMARE!
If you had seen me today I'd probably remember one of those films of Beethoven with the dog chasing cat / ball / pass / bicycle / leaf-to-random-roll and the little man in tow trying to contain it.
It was like water skiing. In , cock, no ditch! * Splash *
Although now I can not seem to have more than one osso integro in corpo lui non si è mangiato nessuno, buon risultato. Ah, giusto, ha questo piccolo difettuccio : tutto ciò di più piccolo di un Pastore tedesco è mangiabile.

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