I've talked about my dog, Cleo. A Belgian shepherd mix German Shepherd, full of long hair and a thousand kilos of honey. From its mouth, lately more gray, pink tongue hanging a fun, teeth and tusks redeada ever used. Sometimes, turns back the corners of his tight lips, imitating the Cheshire Cat smile and gasps. I know you're happy. Other times, when returning home from a stroll, the loose on the last leg and threw a career to home. Then, stretch, take the ears back and, despite having ten years, runs like so long ago, and I can hardly keep up. I always win.
She lies in the living room beside the couch, enjoying our company. May already be so sleepy that every time the call ("Cleo!"), She raises the ears, especially after eating is because the odds of something falling on your plate of food is increasing.
After nap, gets up and stretches before shaking whole and approached us, demanding his share of affection and play, armed with its huge burger plastic. We take the hamburger, full of spit, almost apprehensively. But no matter. The brightness rogue Cleo's eyes challenges us to try to steal. If I have luck, we may take the burger, and we have to pull the toy until one of the two is released. If not, I will be playing off the couch and run after her. Cleo starts to spin non-stop around the coffee table, or dining room table or sofa enderredor. No matter. All that matters is me down on a chair rendered exhausted and dizzy, and then come back, mocking, laughing at me with his eyes. So it seems that is kind, and leaves me to foot the burger. It's driving me to challenge, but this might not fall. Simply stroke her head.
still remember fondly the day when my father came with a sparrow between his fingers. Cleo had brought in the open. This came trotting, happy, proud and arrogant, showing the world his cloak jet, glowing with light. The reason: the bird that brought my father.
"You're not going to believe, Ayrel" he said, "but Cleo has saved the poor bird." Indeed, had caught his scent, and had been sniffing around the floor until he found the poor animal. Then he began to bark, calling my father. I guess I would say something like as "young master, young master, I found a bird!, is small and has fallen from its nest." Cleo is a hero.
Cleo is not very smart or very playful, is not even very affectionate. Sometimes it's unruly, a bit heavy and cowardly. What kind of dog is terrified of the pressure cooker? But, you know, it's Cleo. I do not need more. I'm satisfied with that makes me run after her, to remember me when you feel scared and want to crawl under my desk, I feel good when he greets me cheerfully in the morning, wagging his tail between his legs and getting up me off balance.
So, for my short but great experience, with admiration and affection I have for dogs, I think I can say that all love should not be a master, but a friend, a father, a brother
~ Teach discipline to live with other humans, dogs and other animals, as would a father.
~ give you what you need when necessary, without asking anything else, out for walks, feed him and take him to the vet relevant whenever required.
~ Protect you from your fears, and teach him to overcome, to live quietly, as you would a brother. ~ Share
moments of joy and sadness, with a big hug and touch, accompanied by calming bonitasy words, tell him that everything will be okay, as does a friend.
~ Sit next to him, just sleeping and contemplating posing your hand in his side to notice your breath, and realize how valuable are these moments. ~
require no more than I can offer, as not all dogs prance or thrown in the face to lick you and show you their affection, but be satisfied with giving you, sure, it will be all that is in him.
~ Learn to caress, what each gesture means, what every bark mean, listen, with the eyes, heart, trying to take your empathy to its fullest.
~ Buy him toys, but not the most expensive, it is not necessary, only that you love, adore those who know and those who shared moments of joy and leisure; looks for toys that are appropriate to each stage his life, because, unfortunately, and like all dogs, grow, and what now seems insane, maybe tomorrow not.
~ Do not give food that can hurt you, take care of having a healthy life. Each owner has their tricks, as each dog prefers something different. Play with the flavors you love in a great help, and the fruit is very good to spend the summer heat. A Cleo you crazy apple and every night we have to give one.
~ And finally, in summary and as conclusions. To be a good love, love him, know, understand, mÃmale, Pascale, play with him, listen, sit next to him, give him healthy snacks and be his friend.
So, you're a great master.
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