The barn
Back from the forest, Thierry we prepare our meals as we hasten to swallow. Then, another little walk for a pee and we are already installed in our basket. I do two laps on myself, then a third and I reinstalled on my pillow crafted by Marilou. I have the legs all warm and also the tail, nose and ears. I thought back to our old litter in the barn, and dreamed of my mother sticking cons feeling the heart beat Dunlop already asleep and snuggled against me ...
In early spring, was a Camors happy place, but cold air was filled with the hum of insects and pond nearby, although peaceful, knew only rarely silent. In the muddy bottom, on shore, in moss in the grass and the palm of tropical ncs trees tossed in a secret community of animals. The parcel of land on which stood amidst gardens and walkways of the little house was divided for Ronan No e, animals, different territories.
At the time of our life as very young puppies, and I Diesel Dunlop, there was the territory of the stone wall, one barn, one garden, that of the forest, one of the pool and the heights. There was even the unknown territory of the interior of the house. All animals were a world whose house was the center of Ronan: the more we walked away from it, there were more animals, and their existence is made loud and clear. The time I speak of is not far, yet I felt that was a lifetime.
I can not say gran of thing on Ronan because we were very young when we were living on their territory, and I concentrated on what mom taught me. To utefois, it was difficult to ignore their existence, then what I know. This house was the center of our world, not the center of their world.
spring Dunlop and I were born in the old barn with straw, tools and a wheelbarrow at the bottom. The Ronan did not live in their homes permanently. They were not like most animals that I knew who were returning to their nest, burrow or shelter every night or every day like the owl. The Ronan always arrived at night, sometimes late into the night. Then to pet it morning they went back to their noisy car, adorned with large bright eyes and went up the aisle before moving onto the highway. Mom was still watching the car until it disappeared. He would sometimes spend several days and nights before the car reappears. 
The Ronan were five in number. I now know that human children are not born per litter, like us, but rather one or two at f ois, such as deer. Both parents Ronan had given birth to three little Ronan. I finally learned their names to force parents to hear the appeal. The Ronan were people very neat, no doubt about it. All that was within the house or property was always in order. Ronan's had only one pet allowed in home, a cat "Edgar". "Because of germs" we had once said that Mom had overheard a conversation "and hair" had added Mother Ronan. When Mom had said this, I immediately thought of the territory of the animals inside the house. This included not only many insects, but also a large family of mice, two squirrels (d year s walls from the attic), two toads and a few lizards. There were in fact full of germs and hair in the house of Ronan, and it amused me very much.
All beasts of the pr operty Ronan knew the feelings against animals, and each chose his living knowing. Mr. Ronan was chosen for the barn Mom and us, but there were other cabins and other small shelters, each with its own population, each different, each in both connected and separated from Ronan. You should know that an animal had enough to live comfortably on a property like theirs: it was only surrounded by woods, fields and rolling hills. All animal communities thrived: hawks, foxes, fish, deer, owls, cats, frogs, spiders, butterflies, snakes, squirrels, birds, insects, goats, sheep, cows, horses ...
Except for the three of us, the people Our delivery were mainly Edgar cat and mouse. There were many insects, but they were harder to find. The delivery was ideal for puppies, and very suitable to Mom. It was a small building originally designed for a p oulailler - cages were lined along the back wall, whose door yawned constantly.
Mom had a dog cross was adopted by Ronan few years earlier. Our dad a griffin "tawny Britain" lived in a nearby house and visiting Mom occasionally. Mom called "Gypsy" and Papa "Dog", for us it "Mom and Dad."
At our birth, Mom gave birth to four puppies, two were stillborn. Diesel Dunlop and myself are the only survivors. Mom pushed our little brothers out of the shed and began to ignore them. Dunlop and I were robust. We snuggled against mother for food, they stirred, they squirmed, they slept curled up on ourselves, we dug the straw is fed again, so that after the first night, when my sister found that and I were always full of life and had a good appetite, M aman finally gave us our names. Like all mothers dog, she chose the names of things that were familiar to him: I was therefore called "Straw", and my sister "Dawn."
My earliest memories are made of heat, fullness and satiety. The first days of my life, my eyes or my ears were opened; Dawn and I were sleeping, we woke up only to eat. But we are awake or asleep, we remain forever nestled in the hay, one against the other or against Mom, and I felt their heart beat against me. During this time, Mom left the discount as little as possible, but when she had no other choice, she rose, a little shaky, we covered it with hay, then heading off. She went out to eat and defecate in the game lle made available by Mr. Ronan every morning.
When the moon passed a full disc to a disc half, our eyes and ears were opened at last. The world around me became clearer. The head and legs trembling, I stood in the shed and covered the surrender of the gaze. It was dark but I could see the chicken cages, and after a while the pairs of eyes watching us from the inside. The cats came and went the m orning evening.
For a long time the puppy that I felt safe in the shed. Mom was there the animal most Wholesale and neither cats nor mice no terrors. My knowledge of life was confined to our sweet surrender where every day is followed and looked like. We all slept in the three interlocking confusion hair, paws, tails and snouts, and Dawn and I tétions our milk is all. When Mom left the shed, which happened more often as we were growing up, I threw a look in the shed to see the cats and mice: one that ran to hide and we heard squealing and biting , and others who came and went and we heard meowing and purring. Occasionally, an adult cat or a young kitten ventured out and does reappear again. Now I know what it really is: the mice fed on wheat, hats c mice, owls and other raptors and cats. It was the cycle of life. But at that time was the least of my worries: Mom was there, who fed me and protected me, and surrender was the haven from which I watched my world.
One day, when the moon had changed shape several times and Dawn and I were bigger and stronger and more assured on our legs, Mom allowed us to go outside. What was behind the shed was very exciting pl us what was inside. Was Nature! Nature with its birds, flowers, trees. The more we explore, the more we take confidence. We jumped on it, it barked, we scared one and the other; we jumped, we ran, we trained to bark. Dawn had just dump me on the ground, when Mom appeared, heading towards us at full speed, grabbed Dawn by the scruff of the neck and brought her to surrender. I followed. There is something going on. Once inside, Mom sat on our litter as if nothing had happened, but my sister and I were intrigued.
There I perceived human voices. Mr. Ronan was heading to surrender accompanied by another Human. They opened the door. And there's another human hugged me, I was not reassured at all. I did not used to have my uplifts. Then he put me on the back by placing his hand gently on my belly, I was not moving. I realized immediately that I wanted to do no harm. I rested on the floor and called me by clapping his hands. I approached him and then he covered me with kisses. The result was less funny when I put it in his car and left the house Ronan, leaving Dawn alone with Mom. I came home again in a larger, surrounded by meadows and forests where already lived a cat named "Mimi". The are early days, I often thought Mom and Dawn. It was my surprise when a few days later I returned with my new master "Thierry" in order to adopt Ronan also my sister Dawn. I amused me much with my mom. Thierry and Ronan have become friends that now allows us to regularly review our Mom. 
The weirdest was when Thierry has renamed with new names "diesel" for me and "Dunlop" for my sister! But yes, he does not speak dog and can not understand.
But I am back, I yawn, I turn me down again two more times, I open an eye ...
I dreamed? ...
and I felt the beat of their hearts, snuggled against me ....
Diesel (inspired by the novel "A Dog's Life by Ann M. Martin)
Back from the forest, Thierry we prepare our meals as we hasten to swallow. Then, another little walk for a pee and we are already installed in our basket. I do two laps on myself, then a third and I reinstalled on my pillow crafted by Marilou. I have the legs all warm and also the tail, nose and ears. I thought back to our old litter in the barn, and dreamed of my mother sticking cons feeling the heart beat Dunlop already asleep and snuggled against me ...
In early spring, was a Camors happy place, but cold air was filled with the hum of insects and pond nearby, although peaceful, knew only rarely silent. In the muddy bottom, on shore, in moss in the grass and the palm of tropical ncs trees tossed in a secret community of animals. The parcel of land on which stood amidst gardens and walkways of the little house was divided for Ronan No e, animals, different territories.
At the time of our life as very young puppies, and I Diesel Dunlop, there was the territory of the stone wall, one barn, one garden, that of the forest, one of the pool and the heights. There was even the unknown territory of the interior of the house. All animals were a world whose house was the center of Ronan: the more we walked away from it, there were more animals, and their existence is made loud and clear. The time I speak of is not far, yet I felt that was a lifetime.
I can not say gran of thing on Ronan because we were very young when we were living on their territory, and I concentrated on what mom taught me. To utefois, it was difficult to ignore their existence, then what I know. This house was the center of our world, not the center of their world.
spring Dunlop and I were born in the old barn with straw, tools and a wheelbarrow at the bottom. The Ronan did not live in their homes permanently. They were not like most animals that I knew who were returning to their nest, burrow or shelter every night or every day like the owl. The Ronan always arrived at night, sometimes late into the night. Then to pet it morning they went back to their noisy car, adorned with large bright eyes and went up the aisle before moving onto the highway. Mom was still watching the car until it disappeared. He would sometimes spend several days and nights before the car reappears. 
The Ronan were five in number. I now know that human children are not born per litter, like us, but rather one or two at f ois, such as deer. Both parents Ronan had given birth to three little Ronan. I finally learned their names to force parents to hear the appeal. The Ronan were people very neat, no doubt about it. All that was within the house or property was always in order. Ronan's had only one pet allowed in home, a cat "Edgar". "Because of germs" we had once said that Mom had overheard a conversation "and hair" had added Mother Ronan. When Mom had said this, I immediately thought of the territory of the animals inside the house. This included not only many insects, but also a large family of mice, two squirrels (d year s walls from the attic), two toads and a few lizards. There were in fact full of germs and hair in the house of Ronan, and it amused me very much.
All beasts of the pr operty Ronan knew the feelings against animals, and each chose his living knowing. Mr. Ronan was chosen for the barn Mom and us, but there were other cabins and other small shelters, each with its own population, each different, each in both connected and separated from Ronan. You should know that an animal had enough to live comfortably on a property like theirs: it was only surrounded by woods, fields and rolling hills. All animal communities thrived: hawks, foxes, fish, deer, owls, cats, frogs, spiders, butterflies, snakes, squirrels, birds, insects, goats, sheep, cows, horses ...
Except for the three of us, the people Our delivery were mainly Edgar cat and mouse. There were many insects, but they were harder to find. The delivery was ideal for puppies, and very suitable to Mom. It was a small building originally designed for a p oulailler - cages were lined along the back wall, whose door yawned constantly.
Mom had a dog cross was adopted by Ronan few years earlier. Our dad a griffin "tawny Britain" lived in a nearby house and visiting Mom occasionally. Mom called "Gypsy" and Papa "Dog", for us it "Mom and Dad."
At our birth, Mom gave birth to four puppies, two were stillborn. Diesel Dunlop and myself are the only survivors. Mom pushed our little brothers out of the shed and began to ignore them. Dunlop and I were robust. We snuggled against mother for food, they stirred, they squirmed, they slept curled up on ourselves, we dug the straw is fed again, so that after the first night, when my sister found that and I were always full of life and had a good appetite, M aman finally gave us our names. Like all mothers dog, she chose the names of things that were familiar to him: I was therefore called "Straw", and my sister "Dawn."
My earliest memories are made of heat, fullness and satiety. The first days of my life, my eyes or my ears were opened; Dawn and I were sleeping, we woke up only to eat. But we are awake or asleep, we remain forever nestled in the hay, one against the other or against Mom, and I felt their heart beat against me. During this time, Mom left the discount as little as possible, but when she had no other choice, she rose, a little shaky, we covered it with hay, then heading off. She went out to eat and defecate in the game lle made available by Mr. Ronan every morning.
When the moon passed a full disc to a disc half, our eyes and ears were opened at last. The world around me became clearer. The head and legs trembling, I stood in the shed and covered the surrender of the gaze. It was dark but I could see the chicken cages, and after a while the pairs of eyes watching us from the inside. The cats came and went the m orning evening.
For a long time the puppy that I felt safe in the shed. Mom was there the animal most Wholesale and neither cats nor mice no terrors. My knowledge of life was confined to our sweet surrender where every day is followed and looked like. We all slept in the three interlocking confusion hair, paws, tails and snouts, and Dawn and I tétions our milk is all. When Mom left the shed, which happened more often as we were growing up, I threw a look in the shed to see the cats and mice: one that ran to hide and we heard squealing and biting , and others who came and went and we heard meowing and purring. Occasionally, an adult cat or a young kitten ventured out and does reappear again. Now I know what it really is: the mice fed on wheat, hats c mice, owls and other raptors and cats. It was the cycle of life. But at that time was the least of my worries: Mom was there, who fed me and protected me, and surrender was the haven from which I watched my world.
One day, when the moon had changed shape several times and Dawn and I were bigger and stronger and more assured on our legs, Mom allowed us to go outside. What was behind the shed was very exciting pl us what was inside. Was Nature! Nature with its birds, flowers, trees. The more we explore, the more we take confidence. We jumped on it, it barked, we scared one and the other; we jumped, we ran, we trained to bark. Dawn had just dump me on the ground, when Mom appeared, heading towards us at full speed, grabbed Dawn by the scruff of the neck and brought her to surrender. I followed. There is something going on. Once inside, Mom sat on our litter as if nothing had happened, but my sister and I were intrigued.
There I perceived human voices. Mr. Ronan was heading to surrender accompanied by another Human. They opened the door. And there's another human hugged me, I was not reassured at all. I did not used to have my uplifts. Then he put me on the back by placing his hand gently on my belly, I was not moving. I realized immediately that I wanted to do no harm. I rested on the floor and called me by clapping his hands. I approached him and then he covered me with kisses. The result was less funny when I put it in his car and left the house Ronan, leaving Dawn alone with Mom. I came home again in a larger, surrounded by meadows and forests where already lived a cat named "Mimi". The are early days, I often thought Mom and Dawn. It was my surprise when a few days later I returned with my new master "Thierry" in order to adopt Ronan also my sister Dawn. I amused me much with my mom. Thierry and Ronan have become friends that now allows us to regularly review our Mom. 
The weirdest was when Thierry has renamed with new names "diesel" for me and "Dunlop" for my sister! But yes, he does not speak dog and can not understand. But I am back, I yawn, I turn me down again two more times, I open an eye ...
I dreamed? ...
and I felt the beat of their hearts, snuggled against me ....
Diesel (inspired by the novel "A Dog's Life by Ann M. Martin)
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