Qualche pensiero qua e là sul mondo canino These days I am devoting a lot in search of our next vacation spot for the summer, and in fact I'm posting a few recipes: D. .. because this year there is also the scion hairy, it is normal that we bring him too! I have tried many places, by sending a request for quote to all the facilities that could interest in Tuscany, Emilia-Romagna, Marche and Abruzzo, in order to have a wide choice, and I started getting answers. Many places are far from the sea, they cost a lot of nonsense, many are already full (and thank goodness there's a crisis!), Many do not accept dogs, many will accept them only in low season. The Nobel Prize for intelligence, but who deserves it and he " Dear Madam, Please note that in our facilities dogs are not allowed, however we send you a quote if you would spend the holiday with us ...
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Are you deficient? But I ask the availability bring your dog and you think I leave home to go to "leave you anyway? Just because your property is worth so much that I still coming here I leave the dog home and treat me the plants _._
It takes your brain to respond rather well ... tell me that dogs are not accepted ... the point! And even there, we spend half a word. We started with the idea of \u200b\u200b"Sea Dog". But then thinking about it ... the dog take him camping, ok, or hotel or what I find, ok ... and then? On the beach? Apart from that stifling August heat, poraccio, but then, in Italy, the dogs on the beach .. we can go? The beaches are engaged on their own a few, I looked left and right, but everywhere I read unflattering reviews on stretches of coastline for our furry. But why are we so? I mean, okay, not everyone has to love animals, for heaven's sake, we are all different and our preferences, but because I happened to spend the holiday at the beach with 4 idiots every 5 minutes you throw him the ball because they are disputing the transposition of the World Cup final, and no one told them anything? They do not bother? Or your neighbor's umbrella, which carries the stereo at home, I swear, the Lord knows where he pulled the plug, and with a million decibels will smash the ovaries throughout the day at the same rate tunztunztunz ... I should not feel annoyed? Or, worse yet, you're there you're going to eat a juicy slice of watermelon, the fruit kebabs, ice cream, you do what you want, your palate is ready to receive the Goduria that you have bought and ... AHGHHAH COFFF COFFF eccheè ? They put the incinerator instead of tabiotto lifeguard? But no, it's just your neighbor who's shooting at the smoke of his cigarette butt in the most likely (I say almost, someone brought up there) will be left in the sand (hopefully off) at the mercy of the children who Spaletti and use it as the chimney of the sand castle.
Now, I've always seen these behaviors, and I never made the signorasotuttoio, for the series, live and let live, if I just break the chestnuts directly tell you something else ... we are on holiday cabbage, relax, take it easy! But the dog no, bother, man's best friend, who does not smoke, do not listen to music Truzzi (I do not want those who listen, for goodness sake!), Does not pull ball, but it is there good under an umbrella (because it's hot ... and the hot dog with mica runs left and right! Neville Last summer he spent his days in the shade of the roses in the garden, sprawled belly up, so to speak) ... I do not we are normal, not really! When walking the dog, and some old lady crossing / or, Oh Mama! are pulled to one side as if I had the plague, but I only have a dog! A dog vaccinated, not a potential reservoir of virus and bacteriological weapons of mass destruction! Would love to ask " excuse me, she does the / a finicky / a ... but after that he peed if washing his hands? " No, because I happened, not once, to see people leave the public toilets without sink worth a look, well, thank you very much, I prefer to give me a lick from my dog \u200b\u200bthan to shake hands with one of these here! But that injury is with the dogs? That bite? Polluters? Messy? But what? If the dog is dirty, clean it is the duty of us masters, mica is blame the dog! If I'm a clean person (and I'm MANIAC cleaning) is also normal for me to clean my dog, and where my dirty dog. Because of some idiot who brings the dog to mess around and not clean, we all lose? This will tell you, is as grotesque thing: summer 2006 (I think), in the baths at an amusement park, a father takes the baby about 1 year in the pool, the showers do not pass, the child is without a costume (and already there, with all the depraved unexpected that there are around, let the child around naked vabbeh), what does the child? Beautiful soul, is the number 2 (and we happen to be!) In the water! In the pool! In the midst of all! Obviously, direte voi, il padre si scusa e chiama il bagnino … EEEEEEEEEEEH NO!!! Il padre acchiappa il pupo e se ne va come se nulla fosse! Alcuni bagnanti richiamano il bagnino che insegue il padre e la PERLA FINALE di questo emerito pirla? " Ho pagato il biglietto, ho diritto di fare come mi pare !" O.o … dopo 'sta cosa, il parco doveva vietare l'ingresso ai bambini? No, semmai ai padri deficienti dico io!
Ora, tornando a noi, io capisco che molti cani sono grossi, possono intimorire con la stazza etc ... ma dobbiamo sempre calcolare che primo: l'abito non fa il monaco; secondo: non è il cane che è stupido, se fa cavolate, ma è il suo padrone che è able or not to raise it. So please, a U.S. invitation to all parents of dogs, we are polite, courteous and respectful, clean, neat, and no one can say anything! And an invitation to those who have the joy of having a hairy around the house: Try to understand who, like us, test satisfaction in returning home at night, perhaps angry black for many reasons, but in finding you a warm festive forget the daily problems, try to think of our joy, to feel important to someone, without judging how superficial people without ideals or ( well, that loves dogs, crying for dogs then there are people in the world who die of hunger ...) try to understand that our furry friends sometimes are better than us humans, do not look at our portfolio, how we dress and what car we drive, they love us as we are, simply. As I write, I lose myself thinking about what I enjoy in my ... Neville it's beautiful when you're there you read on the couch, and with one eye you see that he goes trotting with a game in his mouth, proudly, go and sit in a corner and start playing ... or when they return home and find him waiting in his basket, wagging, and does not move until I call myself, and then comes to drag me away (and thank goodness that is small !!!)... or in the morning to the sound of the alarm, rushed to our bedroom and it is to wake up ... breaks a bit 'when the bales, but looking back is something very tender! In short, our furry part of the family, let us take with us on vacation, we are still responsible for us? Vabbeh, I realize that I have written a papyrus in some ways inconclusive, but I've vented ... Oh, and for the record, at the end of all, if I can book I found a beautiful place (at least looking at the pictures) ... But in the mountains! And at least we do not leave room all alone while we have fun, we are a family right? So have fun everyone!
