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her first date

N on I believe it has already arrived.

I have more time, to be able to buy at least one last home of the barbie, of not having to fight so soon with a pimple on his shots concealer and powder, would not have to pay a pair of tights, but mainly to get prepared for this moment to be happy .... yes, I know it is just a sandwich from McDonald's in doppioarcod'oro superprotetta band but is still her first date, right??

is that I feel anxiety attack. From the "I told you this?", I recommended "that?", I corrected the story of the bees??

... and if I called her name? Just to know if they are already there .... just to know if you are having fun, in short right to know!

Mmmmm I do not want the nosy, the rombiballe, the apprehensive .... better get distracted with a sudoku ....

... but yes, just a nudge ... that will never be a trill?

Here, I knew, and now does not respond?? Something happened or will not hear me because of the swarming of the course or what??

In my head a neon sign flashing DO NOT PANIC! DO NOT PANIC!

What do I do? What do I do?
Retry?? The
I face?? I know I'm less than 500 meters from here, I know is accompanied by a nice guy ... but is not responding ..... NOT RESPONDING

Mmmmm ...... ........ mmmmmmm mmmmmm .... mumble mumble ....

mumble

gulp

OK. Please try again.

There, there, responds. I knew it, is annoyed. I knew it. Here, I feel like an idiot Ugh. Oh ... and that anxiety is only his first week, harmless pranzifero appointment!

I feel that will not come to his 16 years ...

will be the case that I enrolled in a yoga class ...

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One year without you my dog \u200b\u200b

D ue symbionts as we should not divide but never when it happens, when death makes a mockery of us and pulls her with violence, then, the half that remains can not wait to heal or perish. Wait for the deafening echo of a pain to become silent, if only for the duration of a breath. But it does not happen to people like me who has loved most of his life, for some wrong. For months nobody could pronounce your name, in any way mention that you were and you did without the azzittissi with an uncontrollable rage. I shared with you every pain, every wound on your skin, every wrong diagnosis, each experimental treatment, each rare moment in which the disease gave us respite leaving a breath. We were just you and me, there were others that frame. As a perfume that spreads our complicity in the air was palpable even to a fool. Conclude your agony did start my own, endless and eternal, not to condemn condemn you, we have been fooled Manny one last time.

You were in my arms and looked at me as ever since the first day we met. You're dead so, in my eyes. Those who still today are filled with pain every time you run your photos, every time he secretly thought I isolate myself because no one would understand, because you were just a dog. The feeling that I've always had, however, is that you do not at all ... I was just a dog ... but your perfection was not sure what you were human, and then my friend? I miss you, I miss your big eyes and blacks only. Turn around and I miss not being there, always by my side and yet invisible, silent. I miss your smart step and decided that it does not depart from my never, ever in unison, as were my shadow or I yours. When in Via della Spiga cut the crowd and left them to look at us, mouth open .... I did not think so when I came to Turin to take that really you could be mine, that I was stupid to think, I know now, from then it is I who have become yours. I understand that all the special. You were beyond all expectations. Imperturbable, with a applombe worthy of an English lord, do not scratched anything. Abrracciare I wish I could once again feel the Your perfume, walk with you. As you've seen now the house is full of animals (you would not appreciate, I know) but the casino can do for the new tenants will never be the deafening silence that you left behind you. You taught me the pain and anger, love and hope and the dignity of solitude. I'll love you forever. Half of that will never see again.

Sometimes the time it soothes the pain. Only sometimes though.

This picture I've taken when you were still okay .... I realize now that there are in your eyes I reflected ...

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Abruzzo

A times watching you as if to say: "When I was in Abruzzo, I was very happy I had a lawn in which to run and lots of furry friends to play with. There were flocks to watch and I could go when I wanted to hunt mice, c ' was clean air, the chirping of birds overhead and very little traffic, I could pee what and where I wanted and if there was around a dog that I had to have fun "

Well ....... if I were not I see you, when you look at me that way I would feel least uncomfortable and instead want to remember:

that when I found were so dehydrated that the skin will remain in the up to 20cm
that I fed you God only knows how long
you do not want anyone
ridges that you stuck a wing span of the vertebrae and at least one cm
you detach from the skin pieces as large as dandruff Post-it
you had a basal temperature of two degrees lower than the threshold vital
dying
who were so tanned that had estimated your age No 16 years (and years but you only have 2)
lying without shelter in a field beside a rotting sheep's skull that fall
rovinosamentemente while two Maremma
you jumped on him that were full of fractures because you had been invested
you had shooting pains
that had nails so long they had rolled up to pierce the pads that
pesavi 4 kg (he now weights 10,50)
you had eyes, ears, nose and back covered with scabs
that when we have the crusts removed your eyes were white, dry and full of thickened scars (40, say 40 drops per day and you're cured from an eye in disbelief that they took for losses)
your teeth were brown and greenish
that when I gave you water wag their tails for 45 minutes (this actually do it again)
that smelled that makes you vomit
that looked like a python LV .... but you covered the scales were
ticks that when the veterinary field (were the days of the earthquake) said, "but what can you do with this? Do not you see that it is practically dead??" I have I got careless in my arms and I never left ...
Now
sleeper in soft pet beds (located in each room so that you can choose the most suitable place to satisfy your whims)
you eat regularly expensive, prelibatissime very sound as well as meals for dogs twice per day plus snacks,
not a glimpse of the shadow of a bone in his body fed,
that your eyes see perfectly well have returned lively and bright as ever,
you're always clean and groomed so that the parasites when they see you run away,
you a lot of games industry and continues to porocurartene stealing others, who walks
zompettando head high that it almost seems that whistles with joy, you do the
wing with all the poodle (and not) of the center,
you always want (and get them) hugs and kisses from everyone, even the meat
that latches to the grandparents,
you make the bully and win on all
you always that half-mocking smile (who has a narrow escape) printed on the face, pain in the ass
Now a fox terrier, I do not really think that you may believe that something is missing?? And I'm not looking this way, pararti not sitting in front and stiff, do not tilt the head to the side as well, and do not put the orecchiette in a triangle that you know .... make me want to ... Crushing baciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

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Now Mars is really like Imelda

Q hen Mars is right, right. The tortoise upside down (these are not the Galapagos tortoise and red cheeks) lying helpless on her abdomen to be expelled from there, transferred to other Martian belly, away from this corner of paradise in which undisturbed lethargic.

I start by saying that I always had a deviance for the Martians with blurred by fat at the waist. My perversion, it seems, must have been taken very seriously by Mars, so as to suffer a kind of Darwinian mutation deviating knowingly from the scale to end up look like Sid, the sloth Panzuto ice age.

A diet that meets Mars is composed of three main meals: breakfast

1- (strictly with colleagues at the bar and order that no female mind can be frustrating with the account of what kilocalories eaten), which usually consists No 2, respectively, croissants stuffed with pastry cream and nutella one another (are carefully selected by size and quantity of Martian stuffing contained, if they have the size of a pizza and overflows like a dam in full then they are ok), a hood with creamy cocoa and sprinkle a sachet of sweetener (low calorie strictly unnecessary because it would be a shame to swallow calories);

2 - harmless lunch with colleagues. Usually, reports that: it feeds almost exclusively on vegetables, steamed, raw and never fried. But, upon closer investigation, it appears that the vegetables are just decorations dishes:
- unspecified pasta with any sauce untissimo and abundant;
- roast pork stuffed with eggs, cheese and spinach;
- stagionatissimi cheese and fat
- meats such as bacon Colonnade, mortadella and culatello Zibello;

- fatty meat drowned in gravy oily

- breading and frying of any of the categories above

3 - dinner strictly Méditerrannée, real cause (according to the thought of Mars) of its disastrous collapse physical. His words "I ruined dinner, I should start jumping"

must be said that Mars (with due to his very image) Dolcino can not give up after a meal with soft drinks, to birrozzi with friends at a Cassata mid-morning, leading to the redbull in my pocket like a key ... but the bad luck he wanted, whether its the 140 grams of pasta with tomato or 200 grams of cod with parsley and cherry tomatoes to do so fattening!