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He* is very spoiled and makes everything that he* wants. During the night if he* doesn’t want to sleep he* just goes and turns on the lights. And he* is so snicky! When he* sees a bird he* starts surrounding it but pretending that he* is looking for something else in the opposite way. Hopefully he* is never lucky.

He* is really smart…and because of that he* always gets what he* wants. Of course sometimes it can be a problem for me. Another breed’s characteristic: obedient – not checked! To be obedient doesn’t make part of its personality. He* plays with me, he* mocks me…and I know that’s maybe a problem of mine because I think it’s just funny. I see it like another part of its personality, and the true is that I don’t really like “circus dogs”.

He* is just a special and crazy dog, completely crazy!

It’s so easy to poke him, even when he* is not in the mood, he* does me the favour and runs after me, naturally I get tired very fast and he* continues running and running and running.

Sometimes he* starts snorting, like a pig, and I start laughing and then it starts the extreme madness. At the same time he* tries to bite my ankles. I just love “stupid” dogs!

He* likes the same things that I like. We have the same favourite place in common. He* likes my beach as much as I like. He* enjoys it as much as I do but in a different way…he* eats mussels and drinks sea water…and then again I start laughing…and he* gets insane again!

In these moments I see him with 6 months old again. Also because he* has the looks of a puppy!
When he* entered in my life he* was so small that I could fit him in my pocket. I was able to take him with me to the classes, to the bar, basically everywhere.

Obviously he* also has his docile side. He* can be the most sweet dog in the world. He* gives me affection when I’m happy and he* gives affection when he* feels that I’m less happy. He* looks at me and it’s like he knows…and answers me with the sweetness of his amber eyes.

I live abroad. The most difficult thing for me is not to have him close to me. I think of him everyday, I miss him everyday, every moment…But at the same time I feel restful because I know that he* is better in Portugal. He lives with the love of my parents and with the eternal girl/best friend (who’s bigger than him 5 times) with lots of space and a big garden.

What I miss more is the touch. The incredibly silky fur, his horsehair in the legs, his heart made of fur in the head, the small freckles, the frizzed hears, the kisses…
We have an amazing connection and it is indescribable what I feel for him and his roll in my happiness.

Saudades*

geschrieben von -alia- am 2010-11-05