tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104643852024-03-08T01:40:13.254+01:00Diario de Verdi, el perroEl diario del perro que tenia un blog. (In Memoria)Lucrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09405275710356037862noreply@blogger.comBlogger696125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-70800999007716878832010-10-21T12:28:00.000+02:002014-12-02T18:39:38.944+01:00Mi último post - My last postHola a todos.<br />
Con este post, damos por cerrado este blog. No le borraremos, se quedará así. Para el que quiera recordar las aventuras de ese magnífico perro que fue Verdi, puede hacerlo. Será como su rinconcito, su legado.<br />
Le extrañamos mucho. Siempre estará con nosotros. Y este blog, será como tenerlo cerca siempre en el ciber espacio.<br />
Gracias por vuestra amistad todos estos años, y nunca olviden a Verdi, mi perrito grande, como yo le llamaba..<br />
Fdo. La jefa…<br />
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<span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;">Hello to all.<br />With this post, we give for this blog closed. We will not erase it, it will remain like that. For the one that wants to remember the adventures of this magnificent dog that was Verdi, we can do it.<br />It will be like his little corne, hislegacy. We miss him very much. Always he will be with us. And this blog, it will be like to have it nearby always in the ciber I spread.<br />Thank you for your friendship all these years, and never forget Verdi, my big little dog, since I was calling him..<br />Fdo. The Jefa … </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffcc66;">Chau Verdi.. te queremos!!! -</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcc66;">By Verdi .. we love you...!!!</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpBhe1AwfYhA65x_HCM0C1i_aDhnMRN7xR1vrfJD7Ea4Ww47uBpEy-MRafntw15Oop1Hg9UuA94pv28Ici0UkIwPMjiECN8woAIKh_soKSGhfGY0sI-QpyI1fArzCrB5mZqs8/s1600-h/2222405097_6704aa87b2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpBhe1AwfYhA65x_HCM0C1i_aDhnMRN7xR1vrfJD7Ea4Ww47uBpEy-MRafntw15Oop1Hg9UuA94pv28Ici0UkIwPMjiECN8woAIKh_soKSGhfGY0sI-QpyI1fArzCrB5mZqs8/s400/2222405097_6704aa87b2.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426928725339744786" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;">20 Nov. 1994 - 14 Sept. 2009</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-39875154833035473472010-09-14T13:46:00.006+02:002010-09-14T14:03:22.790+02:00Hoy hace un año que te fuiste... pero - Today for one year you went away.. butEspañol<br /><em><br />Hoy, hace un año que te fuiste, pero recuerdo el día que viniste a casa, hace 16 años....</em><br /><br />Llovía, era invierno y no era de extrañar que en la ciudad hiciera frio, pero que mucho frio, era 15 de enero. Las rebajas ya habían empezado, las fiestas familiares ya habían pasado. Pero igual, por la ventana se sentía un murmullo de gente que pasaba por debajo de su balcón. Era algo normal teniendo en cuanta donde vivía y que su salón daba a ese callejón que retumbaba todo.<br /><br />Era de noche. Tocaron el timbre y refunfuño al levantarse del sofá. Ver los leños quemándose en la chimenea la habían adormecido y le molestó que llamaran. Se extrañó, era su amiga Dolores. Le dijo que subiera y se puso las pantuflas que habían quedado junto al sofá.<br /><br />Ni intentó ponerse algo de ropa más decente. Era una buena amiga, y que importaba si la recibía de pijama con jersey. Pero no subió sola. Lo hizo con un amigo, un conocido para ella. Pero ya era tarde, conocería su pijama de ositos, también él. Ella pensó, “joder, menuda manera de recibir a este tío”.<br /><br />Les hizo pasar, preguntando que tal estaban y pidiendo disculpas a la vez por su atuendo. Su amiga entro sonriente y cuando cerró la puerta le puso en sus manos una caja de zapatos que se movía, diciéndole “cuidado”.<br /><br />Ella se sorprendió por el peso, apoyo la caja en la mesa más cercana y le saco la tapa. En ella se encontró con una mirada asustada que la veía como pidiéndole ayuda para salir. Lo primero que atinó fue a agarrarlo con las dos manos para verlo bien.<br />Pero si es un perro, dijo.<br /><br />Su amiga y el conocido, sonreían. Su amiga agregó, “pues si lo quieres es tuyo. Tu no querías un perro?”<br /><br />Ella ya lo tenía en sus brazos dándole calorcito, temblaba de frio aunque posiblemente fuera de miedo. Acto siguiente preguntó, “de donde ha salido?”<br />-Nació en una nave industrial de un cliente. Fueron 4 cachorros. No le veo mucho futuro si le dejaba ahí, y pensé en ti. Le quieres?<br /><br />Quien le podía decir que no? La suerte estaba echada, ya eran dos en uno. Fue amor a primera vista y aun no había ni pisado el suelo del salón. Cuando lo hizo, se acercó con sus patitas cortas a la alfombra y se la meo. Ella sonrío y dijo “bienvenido a casa pequeño”. No se enfadó, para que, ya había marcado su territorio.<br /><br />En ese instante estaba escuchando una ópera de Puccini. Cuando le preguntaron cómo lo llamaría, lo primero que pensó al escuchar la música fue “Puccini”. Pero si dio cuenta que le llamarían “Pucci”, así que dijo que tal “Verdi” como su otro compositor favorito.<br /><br />A todos les gustó y pareció que al cachorro también, porque cuando le preguntaron “y a ti que te parece pequeño”, la miró moviendo la cola, como asintiendo.<br /><br />Pasaron los años, y se le llamó de otras muchas maneras, como perrito grande, pequeño, perrito, cuchi cuchi, chiquitín, etc. Pero la que más le gustaba a ella era decirle, “perrito grande”. Porque siempre fue un gran perro en un cuerpo de un perro pequeño. Porque vendrían otros, más pequeños o más grandes, pero él seria siempre su “perrito grande” o “super Verdi “para los amigos. (fin)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClzqduyNbjsI4lcK0ttY0IKKrw_o1KC5CZjza7LyVxC5jHuXtsqxiLx3CBw3xVDkWlpySaKjzRZjL0aDdvpQ4qeX1ysjp8dgQtiOOkfwrj9JeKMd51RGGFyr5vIwLFLdQwvNx/s1600/GAUCHO-VERDI.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516737656359230050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClzqduyNbjsI4lcK0ttY0IKKrw_o1KC5CZjza7LyVxC5jHuXtsqxiLx3CBw3xVDkWlpySaKjzRZjL0aDdvpQ4qeX1ysjp8dgQtiOOkfwrj9JeKMd51RGGFyr5vIwLFLdQwvNx/s400/GAUCHO-VERDI.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">English<br /></span>Today, for one year you went away, but I remember the day that you came to house, 16 years ago...<br /><br />It was raining, it was a winter and it was not of missing that in the city it was making cold, but that very much cold, it was a January 15. The reductions had already begun, the familiar holidays had already happened. But equal, for the window one was feeling a murmur of the people who was happening below his balcony. It was something normal having in all the where it was living and that his lounge was giving to this alley that was resounding quite.<br /><br />It was at night. They touched the stamp and complaining on having got up of the couch. To see the logs they being burned in the chimney had lulled her and it bothered him that they were calling. It was surprised, she was his friend Dolores. He said to him that it should rise and put itself on the slippers that had stayed along with the couch.<br /><br />It did not even try to put oneself on anything of more decent clothes. She was a good friend, and that was importing if it was receiving it from pyjamas with jersey. But it did not rise alone. It did it with a friend, an acquaintance for her. But it was already late, he would know his pyjamas of toy bears, also he. She thought, “ to fuck, small way of receiving this man ”.<br /><br />It made them happen, asking how is it going they were and asking you forgive simultaneously for his outfit. His friend entered smilingly and when it closed the door put in his hands a box of shoes that was moving, saying to him “ care “.<br /><br />She was surprised for the weight, supported the box in the most nearby table and extracted the lid. In her he met a scared look that saw her like asking him for help to go out. The first thing that it succeeded in finding went to seize it with two hands to see it well.<br />But if it is a dog, he said.<br /><br />His friend and the acquaintance, were smiling. His friend added, “ so if you want it it is yours. Did not you want a dog? ”<br /><br />She already had it in his arms giving to him calorcito, was trembling with cold although possibly out of fear. Did following act ask, “ wherefrom it has gone out? ”<br />- he was born in an industrial ship of a client. They were 4 pups. I do not see him very much future if it was leaving him there, and I thought about you. Do you love him?<br /><br />The one who could say to him that not? The luck was thrown, they were already two in one. It was a love at first sight and there was no even not trodden the soil of the lounge. When it did it, it approached with his short legs the carpet and I wet myself it. She I smile and he said “ welcome to house small ”. He did not get angry, so that, already it had marked his territory.<br /><br />In this moment he was listening to an opera of Puccini. When they asked him how it would call it, the first thing that he thought on having listened to the music “ Puccini “ was. But if he realized that they would call him “ Pucci “, so there said how is it going “ Verdi “ as his another favorite composer.<br /><br />We all liked and seemed that to the pup also, because when they asked him “ and that seems to you small ”, it looked at her moving the tail, as agreeing.<br /><br />The years happened, and there was called he of other many ways, as big, small puppy, puppy, cuchi cuchi, teeny-weeny, etc. But the one that more she liked was to say to him, “ big puppy ”. Because it was always a big dog in a body of a small dog. Because others would come, smaller or bigger, but he would always be his “ big ” or puppy “ Super Verdi “ for the friends.</strong> (the end)<br /><br />Verdi, te quiero y estas conmigo siempre...<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">verdi, I love you and you are with me forever...</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-41754251417286863032009-11-14T20:49:00.000+01:002009-11-15T21:01:11.006+01:00Videos de Verdi perdidos - Verdi's lost videoesHola a todos, soy la Jefa.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hello to all, I am the Jefa.</span><br /><br />Limpiando ayer mi teléfono móvil y mi ordenador, he encontrado estos dos videos de Verdi. En uno se lo ve feliz en la plaza una noche, y el otro, el último que grabe este verano en las vacaciones.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Cleaning yesterday my mobile telephone and my computer, I have found these two Verdi's videoes. In one it one night meets happy in the square, and other one, the last one that He records this summer in the vacations.</span><br /><br />Los queríamos compartir con todos. Espero que lo disfruten tanto como nosotros al verlo.<br />Nuestro perro grande, ya lleva dos meses sin nosotros, y le extrañamos mucho.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">We wanted to share them with all. I hope that they enjoy it so much as us on having seen it. Our big dog, already He goes two months without us, and we surprise him very much.</span><br /><br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57-JL5xgz5Q&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57-JL5xgz5Q&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-44055507677586206702009-10-11T12:50:00.003+02:002009-10-11T13:16:51.820+02:00Mi primer mes sin ti - My first month without you(En español)<br />Ahora estamos aprendiendo a vivir sin ti, mi perrito grande.<br />Te extrañamos.<br />Extrañamos tus ganas de paseo, cuando escuchabas “vamos a la calle”. Extrañamos que cuando yo apague la luz, te vengas a la esquina del pasillo para cuidar mi sueño. Extrañamos tu sonrisa, porque no todos saben que los perros también sonríen y la tuya era impresionante.<br /><br />Extrañamos que estés pegado a mí, viendo si caía algo del plato o esperando ese pedacito de jamón que tanto te volvía loco. Porque también pocos saben que los perros no tienen nada de tontos, y les gusta el jamón.<br /><br />Extrañamos la moda de los pañuelitos al cuello. La gente sabía que venía el frío porque tú ya usabas tu pañuelito al cuello. Marcando siempre tendencia. Nunca pasaste como un perro más.<br /><br />Extrañamos los viajes contigo. Los hoyos que tanto te gustaba hacer en la arena de la playa para meterte dentro y observar el horizonte marino, como en tu atalaya vigilando siempre.<br /><br />Extrañamos nuestros paseos a diarios, juntos. Te Extrañamos a ti.<br /><br />Porque vendrán otros, pero tú serás siempre el primero. Tú serás siempre mi “perrito grande”. Tú serás siempre como te llamaba la nena “perrito patitas de chancho, colita de zorro”. Tú serás siempre “mi perro”.<br /><br />Ya los viajes, las salidas y los amigos, no serán lo mismo sin ti. Serán nuevos, serán otros, pero nunca igual. Porque lo que compartimos durante estos 15 años juntos, es toda una vida. Y ha sido maravilloso. Nunca me he arrepentido de adoptarte.<br /><br />Creo que he hecho el mejor gesto de amor hacia ti que podía hacer. Demostrándote lo que te quería. Dejarte marchar. No pensar en prolongarte la vida, egoístamente para tenerte un poco más de tiempo conmigo. Te quería demasiado para hacerlo.<br /><br />Me han dicho “que valor Lu”. Pues no, no ha sido valor, ha sido responsabilidad hacia ti. Tú siempre has estado junto a mí, cuidándome y me lo has demostrado, día a día, en tu balconcito tomando el sol. Ahora me tocaba a mí, demostrarte que yo también te iba a cuidar hasta el final. Aunque me duela el alma, tu pérdida. Ahora que estás del otro lado del arco iris, espéranos, que cuando nos toque a nosotros, se que estarás en la orilla con tu sonrisa, esperándonos.. Pero ahora, mi perrito grande...<br />Verdi, ahora estamos en otra época. La época de aprender a vivir sin ti.<br />La jefa<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizK_VpLYg-GR-ihaw7sDwYkZgqq-LH6nAAjCx4UYsx_rE3phTr9geAxe5klh9N3F4hHXv3jBhjJUgH46kdJFYEmBWmHSVw52WpSTTcVWSRH7iNBzc2UCPkx84i1kG30l3V0b0S/s1600-h/747606665_3460e26b0f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizK_VpLYg-GR-ihaw7sDwYkZgqq-LH6nAAjCx4UYsx_rE3phTr9geAxe5klh9N3F4hHXv3jBhjJUgH46kdJFYEmBWmHSVw52WpSTTcVWSRH7iNBzc2UCPkx84i1kG30l3V0b0S/s400/747606665_3460e26b0f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391299503565298546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">(To english)<br />Now we are learning to live without you, my big little dog.<br />We miss you.<br />We miss your desire of walk, when you were listening " we go to the street ". We miss that when I extinguish the light, you come to the corner of the corridor to take care of my dream. We miss your smile, because they all do not know that the dogs also smile and yours was impressive.<br /><br />We miss that is given to me, seeing if a little of the plate was falling down or hoping for this little of ham that so much was turning you madman. Because also few ones know that the dogs do not have anything of idiots, and they like the ham.<br /><br />We miss the mode of the bandana to the neck. The people knew that the cold was coming because you already were using your bandana to the neck. You marking always trend. You never passed as one more dogs.<br /><br />We miss the trips with you. The holes that so much you it liked to do in the sand of the beach to get inside and observe the marine horizon, as in your watchtower monitoring always.<br /><br />We miss our walks to diary, united. We miss you.<br /><br />Because others will come, but you will be always the first one. You will be always my "little big ". You will be always since she was called you "little dog, with pig’s legs, tail of fox ". You will be always a "my dog ".<br /><br />Already the trips, the exits and the friends, will not be the same thing without you. They will be new, they will never be different, but equally. Because what we share during these 15 united years, it is the whole life. And it has been wonderful. I have never regretted adopting you.<br /><br />I believe that I have done the best gesture of love towards you who could do. You demonstrating what loved you. To leave yourself to go.<br /><br />They have said to me "that value Lu ". So not, it has not been a value, it has been a responsibility towards you. You always have been close to me, looking after myself and me you have demonstrated it, day after day, in your “balconcito” (little balcony) taking the Sun. Now it touched to me demonstrate that I also was going to take care of you up to the end. Though the soul, your loss feels sorry.<br /><br />Now that you are of another side of the rainbow, wait for us, that when it touches to us, that you will be in the shore with your smile, waiting for us.. But now, my big little dog…<br />Verdi, Now we are in another epoch. The epoch of learning to live without you.<br />The jefa.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-65909801774348194882009-09-19T14:56:00.005+02:002009-09-19T15:03:29.717+02:00Gracias a todos - Thank to allHola a todos, soy la Jefa<br />Gracias a todos por vuestro cariño y palabras. Estamos bien, extrañamos mucho a Verdi, pero siempre estará con nosotros.<br />Gaucho, vuelve a su blog, si le quieres dejar un mensaje, este es su link ...<a href="http://aventurasgaucho.blogspot.com/" target="blanK">Gaucho Tibetano en Madrid</a><br />Gracias..<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Hi everybody, I'm the Jefa...<br /><br />Thanks to all for yours fondness and words. We are nice, surprise very much Verdi, but always he will be with us.<br />Gaucho, returns to his blog, if you want to make him a message, this it is his link ...</span><a href="http://aventurasgaucho.blogspot.com/" target="blanK"> Gaucho Tibetano en Madrid</a><br />Thank...</strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-64603557125160823152009-09-14T19:21:00.003+02:002009-09-14T19:26:39.205+02:00Verdi ha cruzado el arco iris - Verdi has crossed the rainbow<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Verdi</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ahora empieza otra época. Ahora empieza aprender a vivir sin ti. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Now it egins another epoch. Now it begins to learn to live without you. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-YxVlo0CG6Lmgikc0-02YZDjvhJt9RN5dzH5EMTJXypTJXnbl5-gvXB_nvc90AMy-ox1MFjOFnDGl7p6m2kzf4lhIvcC5KkzTYtw1pUYvu3mGOhbeUcfWsM74YvCuxtqgGZW/s1600-h/verdi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-YxVlo0CG6Lmgikc0-02YZDjvhJt9RN5dzH5EMTJXypTJXnbl5-gvXB_nvc90AMy-ox1MFjOFnDGl7p6m2kzf4lhIvcC5KkzTYtw1pUYvu3mGOhbeUcfWsM74YvCuxtqgGZW/s400/verdi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381374931756790194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">20 Nov. 1994 - 14 Sept. 2009</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-50291874712736999392009-09-13T18:29:00.010+02:002009-09-13T18:47:31.378+02:00Verdi no esta bien - Verdi isn't feel wellHola a todos, soy la jefa.<br />Solo paso por aqui, porque hace días que no contamos como esta nuestro perro grande Verdi, y recibimos muchos mensajes preguntamos.<br />Hoy hemos estado en urgencias, ante otra crisis, pero esta es muy fuerte y no esta bien. Mañana por la tarde vamos de vuelta, pero todo esto no tiene buena pinta.<br />Verdi esta cansado, y ya no puede mucho más soportar lo que esta soportarndo. Por favor, reza una oración por él .<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi friends, I'm the jefa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Alone I'm hereabouts, because days ago that we do not tell about our big dog Verdi, and we receive many messages where yours ask about him.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Today we have been in urgencies, before another crisis, but this it is very strong and is not nice. Tomorrow in the evening we go of return, but all that does not have good looks.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Verdi is tired, and already he cannot support much any more than this supporting.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Please, prayer prays for him.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-34156588354518368592009-09-03T18:04:00.006+02:002009-09-03T18:15:19.224+02:00Tyson ya esta en su casa - Tyson is in his houseHola compañeros, amigos y lectores. Soy Gaucho.<br />Solo pasaba por aquí, para contar que nuestro gran amigo Tyson, ya esta en casa. Ahora solo se tiene que recuperar y subir el peso que perdió.<br />Ayer lo encontramos cuando se iba del parque. Esta cansado, pero el tiempo, los mimos y la amistad lo pondrán bien en seguida.<br />Gracias a todos por vuestras oraciones.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2168/2348678095_de62539230.jpg" width="454" height="290" /></p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi buddies, friends and readers. I am Gaucho.<br />Only I was hereabouts, to count that our great friend Tyson, already this in house. Now only he has to recover and raise the weight that lost. Yesterday we find it when he was going away of the park. This tired, but the time, the caresses and the friendship will put it immediately well. Thanks to all for yours prayers.<br /></strong></span><br />Hoy vamos con Verdi a la ecografía, ya les contaremos.<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Today is a ecografy's Verdi. We came back to tell about it....</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-28866637024618021002009-08-29T18:11:00.015+02:002009-08-29T18:49:06.538+02:00Amigos, patitas para todos - Friends, little paw for allHola compañeros, amigos y lectores varios. Soy Gaucho.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi buddies, friends, and readers. I`m Gaucho.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KiTQnAgPaTjPMN4bTrr6LfQ1fg7SvM4jnT3-ojYYWu0pQ5wePIOqlvL1B3RdLJ6tXiW0qjod4RPkIvLeI7npLLtcPkcqrMIV_kNNoCBu9yvNuh0dNhDtHVjf7A48Nrtqwv1U/s1600-h/yo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KiTQnAgPaTjPMN4bTrr6LfQ1fg7SvM4jnT3-ojYYWu0pQ5wePIOqlvL1B3RdLJ6tXiW0qjod4RPkIvLeI7npLLtcPkcqrMIV_kNNoCBu9yvNuh0dNhDtHVjf7A48Nrtqwv1U/s400/yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375428062625458706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No estamos perdidos, ni de vacaciones, ni nada parecido. Estamos en casa, pasando calor, con nuestra rutina diaria, de tres comidas, tres salidas, juegos varios y poco más.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">We are not lost, not of vacations, not at all similarly. We are in house, spending heat, with our daily routine, of three eaten ones, three exits, different games and little more.</span><br /><br />Yo tengo peluquera nueva, que tambien se llama Bea como nuestra Bea de siempre, pero no es la misma, sino otra con el mismo nombre, que lio. Sigo jugando solo, porque como dice la jefa por aqui, cada día me parezco más a un perro monje tibetano, siempre serio, siempre junto a ella. En fin, sera que estoy creciendo.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">I have hairdresser new, that also is called Bea as our Bea of always, but she is not the same, but different with the same name, that mess. I continue playing only, because as the jefa says hereabouts, every day I look like more a dog monk tibetano, always seriously, always together with her. In end, it will be that I am growing. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucim91b2J3ElEDGPsLgUkb5qlGftkMDiXKMKdIqjkhiIPqCD2xzGldx48LOgRirF5O4rHdHJLvjEK7d_ex9Prhm1mZId0P3C7e_k3m1DQuvnHZkS7B9NGR8QzMwe27HIURzqf/s1600-h/verd-sol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucim91b2J3ElEDGPsLgUkb5qlGftkMDiXKMKdIqjkhiIPqCD2xzGldx48LOgRirF5O4rHdHJLvjEK7d_ex9Prhm1mZId0P3C7e_k3m1DQuvnHZkS7B9NGR8QzMwe27HIURzqf/s400/verd-sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375425910903909666" border="0" /></a>Verdi, sigue pachucho, pero dando guerra. Tiene unos días buenos y otros malos. Aunque lo mejor es que ya hay ascensor en la casa, y no tiene que subir más escaleras. Eso lo agradecen sus patas.<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Verdi, continues "pachucho" (sick), but giving war. He has a few good days and other bads. Though the better thing is that already there is elevator in the house, and he does not have to raise any more stairs. His legs are grateful for it.</span><br /><br />Pero esta semana ya vuelven de las vacaciones sus veterinarios, así que el pobre no sabe que le toca ecografía para ver de una vez por todas que le pasa. Aunque la jefa, está convencida que es la edad y ante eso poco se puede hacer.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">But this week already his veterinarians return of the vacations, so the poor person does not know that he touches ultrasound scan to see once and for all that it happens to him. Though the jefa, is sure that is the age and before it little it is possible to to do.</span><br /><br />También este verano hemos perdido un par de amigos que han cruzado el arco iris, Golfo uno de ellos.<br />Y nuestro cabezón preferido,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdru5xW2Mz-STl6wmsK_IDv-CuRyaYrUcpLdIKJhtAwobFYObi3Vkj6dQ6tHAUgTnndvWJBrfauq3yQSbw1q4CM069464n_4mT21RODHvS4bQJKc_-2kHF3ZSLuUhNyHPfJkM/s1600-h/tyson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdru5xW2Mz-STl6wmsK_IDv-CuRyaYrUcpLdIKJhtAwobFYObi3Vkj6dQ6tHAUgTnndvWJBrfauq3yQSbw1q4CM069464n_4mT21RODHvS4bQJKc_-2kHF3ZSLuUhNyHPfJkM/s400/tyson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375427198040509410" border="0" /></a> Tyson, está peleando por su vida en la clínica para perros.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Also this summer we have lost friends' couple that crossed the rainbow, Gulf have one of them. And our favorite pigheaded one, Tyson, is quarrel for his life in the clinic for dogs. </span><br /><br />En fin, entre las emociones que van y que vienen, el calor, que en esta ciudad ha sido este mes insoportable, pocas ganas tenemos de escribir el blog. Pero nos acordamos de todos, les queremos a todos, y desde aquí les decimos,<br />"Amigos, patitas para todos"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">In end, between the emotions that go and that come, the heat, which in this city has been this unbearable month, we have few ones gain of writing the blog. But we remember all, we want to all, and from here we say to them, "Friends, little paw for all "</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-12731057466077823132009-08-13T11:45:00.000+02:002009-08-13T11:45:00.683+02:00Gaucho tibetano, el cazador - Gaucho tibetano, the hunterHola compañeros, Soy Verdi.<br />Salgo de mi retiro voluntario, para contar que Gaucho, se está dedicando a la caza. En esta casa no nos gusta la caza, y odiamos toda la violencia. Pero parece que el pequeño salió rebelde y se está entrenando para salir a cazar. No sabemos muy bien con quien, pero él se entrena.<br />Nos han regalado un peluche de ganso salvaje, y él se entrena con él. <br />Por Dios, que cruz. Aquí la prueba gráfica...de lo que digo...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Hi buddies, I`m Verdi.<br />I go out of my voluntary retirement, to count that Gaucho, is devoting itself to the hunt. In this house we do not like the hunt, and we hate the whole violence. But it seems that the small one went out rebel and is trained to go out to hunt. We do not know very well with whom, but he is trained. They have given us a felt of wild goose, and he is trained with him. <br />For God, that cross. Here the graphical test(proof) ... of what I say...</span><br /><br /><center><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3802912085_a3af64d641_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3561/3803727452_cc27e9c6a1_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/3802911647_c3292741b6_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/3802911145_0d9d89004d_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3803725540_8020c610ae_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3802910043_90bc928305_m.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3803724510_f94a03abb0_m.jpg"></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-84543532161259358692009-08-09T11:29:00.009+02:002009-08-09T11:45:04.515+02:00No te preocupes, se feliz - Don´t worry, be happyHola colegas. Soy Gaucho!!!<br />Me paso por aquí, para contar que estamos bien. A mí me llevaron esta semana a la bruja esa de bata, que llaman veterinaria. Para vacunarme y esas cosas. Y estoy fantástico. Hasta estoy más flaco. Y muy sano, se acabó el suplicio.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi buddies, I'm Gaucho!!!<br />I pass hereabouts, to tell that we are nice. They took to me this week the this witch of dressing-gown, which call veterinary. For vacunarme and these things. And I am fantastic. Even I am thinner. And very healthy, the torture was ended.</span><br /><br />Verdi, también esta mejor. Ahora le ponen aceite de oliva crudo, en su pienso, y sinceramente le hace muy bien. Pero tenemos un problema. A mí me encanta como queda su comida, así que intento comerla yo. La jefa tiene que levantar los platos cuando no está pendiente. Dice que yo no necesito aceite de oliva, que estoy fantástico.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Verdi, also this better. Now they put raw olive oil, in his fodder, and sincerely him i does very well. But we have a problem. It is charmed with to me since his food stays, so it, I try to eat. The jefa has to raise the plates when it is not hanging. She says that I do not need olive oil, which I am fantastic.</span><br /><br />El jefe, Verdi, a veces está cansado, otras no. Pero esta mejor. Ël sigue con su rutina, el balconcito, sus mimos, sus paseos y poco más.<br />La jefa ha impuesto el "no te preocupes, se feliz". Así que nos planteamos la vida, el día a día para todos. Y sinceramente estamos más relajados y mejor.<br />El único problema es el calor sofocante que está haciendo en Madrid, que parece que estamos en el desierto. Pero en casa se está bien, y eso es lo único importante.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">The chief, Verdi, sometimes is tired, others not. But this better. He continues with his routine, the "balconcito" (little balcony), his caresses, his walks and little more. The jefa has imposed " you do not worry, be happy ".</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">So we appear the life, day after day for all. And sincerely we are more relaxed and better. The only problem is the stifling heat that it is doing in Madrid, which it seems that we are in the desert. But in house it is nice, and it is the important only thing.</span></span><br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsAvkrR2pDD8U9YGMgcQeRcAUzxGHdwPH-EAe0VdJGca1CFZLpjoYjtTpnA7xSs51qfIXPiLXI8XtVpOFe1Zgtwn_i3VOm5Uicgkwsk2g14BWgRZJv71yzTsw6BI9QB5_UjMt/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsAvkrR2pDD8U9YGMgcQeRcAUzxGHdwPH-EAe0VdJGca1CFZLpjoYjtTpnA7xSs51qfIXPiLXI8XtVpOFe1Zgtwn_i3VOm5Uicgkwsk2g14BWgRZJv71yzTsw6BI9QB5_UjMt/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367897309586314226" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />Recuerda... no te preocupes, se feliz...Que la vida es muy corta..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Remember.. Don´t worry, be happy....That the life is very short</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-83983405113807273732009-08-02T09:06:00.004+02:002009-08-02T09:21:25.130+02:00El tiempo pasa, nos vamos poniendo viejos - The time go by, and we are putting old dogHola a todos..Soy Gaucho.<br />Poco tengo que contar, la jefa tiene mucho trabajo y nunca está en casa. Y Verdi no está muy bien que digamos. No sabe el veterinario que tiene, posiblemente sea solo su edad, casi 15.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi buddies, I`m Gaucho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Little I have to count, the jefa has a lot of work and she is never in house. And Verdi it is not very nice that we say. There does not know the veterinarian who has, possibly he is alone his age, almost 15.</span><br /><br /><center><img style="width: 460px; height: 305px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3477642038_fa0383e9ea.jpg" /></center><br />Está cansado, tiene problemas intestinales y se pasa todo el día en su balconcito. Estamos todos preocupados.<br />No podemos hacer nada. Solo dejarlo que envejezca lo mejor que se pueda. Muchos mimos, paseos los que él quiera porque se cansa en seguida, pero como vamos al parque, se tira en la hierba fresca y está muy bien, y poco más.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">He is tired, has intestinal problems and the whole day passes in his ”balconcito.” (Little balcony) We are all worried.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">We do not prune to do nothing. Only to leave that ages the better thing that can. Many caresses, walks those that he wants because he gets tired immediately, but since we go to the park, he throws itself in the fresh grass and is very nice, and little more.</span><br /><br />Nos íbamos a ir fuera de Madrid unos días con la jefa, pero ante el panorama, aun se lo está pensando. Si no está en su balconcito, Verdi se siente mal, nervioso, triste. No se que vamos a hacer.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">We were going to go away out of Madrid a few days with the jefa, but before the panorama, even she is thinking it. If Verdi is not in his “ balconcito” (little balcony), He sits down badly, nervously, sadly. That we are not going to do.</span><br /><br /><img style="width: 149px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyu1QBmavbj6HCMxQf_xyXHX8JwFwOvhmKmH3A3NRgODOI8T8vczqMF782LXHJaBW3fTdvxmphloz2c8zk-1NcaWsGSaYCVjUm4Zsv_xxmsicyOEHVYJ10ev4VGJUbtW62JgsZCA/s400/_MG_1823.JPG" />Ayer se nos fue <a href="http://gruffpuppy.blogspot.com/" target="blank">Charlie</a>, el compañero de <a href="http://originalgruffpuppy.blogspot.com/" target="blank">Opy</a>, que cruzó el Arco Iris, como tantos amigos, y para nosotros ha sido un mazazo. Charlie era solo un mes más joven que Verdi, tenía también casi 15. Así que se pueden imaginar, como estamos por la noticia.<br />Pero bueno, como dice la canción, "el tiempo pasa... y nos vamos poniendo viejos", ley de vida.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Yesterday us it went away </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://gruffpuppy.blogspot.com/" target="Blank">Charlie</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">, the companion of </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://originalgruffpuppy.blogspot.com/" target="Blank">Opy </a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">,our special friend, which crossed the Rainbow, as so many friends, and for us it has been a “mazazo” (blow). Charlie was alone one month younger than Verdi, had also almost 15. So they can imagine.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">But good, as she says the song, " the time passes ... and we are putting old dog ", law of life.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-15783311357790515412009-07-26T15:03:00.004+02:002009-07-26T15:19:43.147+02:00El roba camas ha vuelto - He steals beds has returnedHola a todos.<br />Ya hemos vuelto. La jefa estuvo unos días en París, una ciudad que estuvo con Verdi hace mucho tiempo, y que me ha prometido llevarme alguna vez.<br />Aqui la prueba, del jefe en París, en el año 2005. Es que esa vez fueron en coche.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi to all!!!<br />Already we have returned. The jefa was a few days in Paris, a city that was with Verdi a lot of time ago, and that has promised to remove at some time me. Here the proof, of the chief in Paris, in the year 2005. It is that this time they were in car. </span><br /><br /><center><img style="width: 334px; height: 388px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/418008247_6aab56b778.jpg?v=0" /></center><br /><br />Nosotros hemos estado muy bien con Verdi y Bea en casa.<br />Pero me han acusado de robarle la cama a Verdi. Yo lo he negado pero me han sacado una foto. En fin es que la cama de Verdi me gusta más que la mia. Y como él ahora con el calor se pasa el día en su balconcito, yo uso su cama. Soy un incomprendido !!!! como dice la jefa.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">We have been very nice with Verdi and Bea in house.<br />But they have accused me of stealing the bed from Verdi. I have denied it but they have extracted a photo. In end it is that I like Verdi's bed more than mine. And since him now with the heat the day passes in his "balconcito" (little balcony) , I use his bed. I am the ununderstood one!!!! As the jefa says. </span><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3473/3758039626_cde7da577e.jpg?v=1248612535" /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3757240831_ee0bd1d996.jpg?v=0" /></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-29342194843279917972009-07-16T21:48:00.004+02:002009-07-16T21:58:21.846+02:00Estamos de vacaciones - We are of vacationsHola a todos, estamos bien, pero de vacaciones.<br />La jefa en Francia y nosotros con Bea en casa pasando calor. Pero se iba en avión, y en eso no podemos ir.<br />Pero estamos bien, y mimados mucho por Bea que nos quiere tanto como la jefa.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi to all, we are nice, but of vacations. The jefa in France and us with Bea in house passing heat. But she was going away in plane, and in it we do not prune to go. But we are nice, and spoilt very much for Bea who loves us so much as the jefa... </strong><br /><br /></span><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3727624832_0668ff486c.jpg?v=0" width="465" height="293" /> Yo<br /><img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 316px" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3625170516_b1efa1767f.jpg?v=0" width="470" height="319" /><br /></center>VerdiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-16334266065724724082009-07-08T18:05:00.007+02:002009-07-08T18:28:05.039+02:00Los balconcitos de Verdi - The Verdi`s little balconyVerdi es un señor perro, y siempre le ha gustado ver la gente pasar y tomar el fresco en su balcón. En todas las casas que hemos estado ha tenido su propio balcón, y han sido 3, aunque tenemos fotos de solo dos, con 8 años de diferencia. Aquí la muestra...<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Verdi is a gentleman dog, and always the people have liked to see him to spend time and to take the fresh air in his balcony. In all the houses that we have been it, He has had his own balcony, and they have been 3, though we have photos of only two, with 8 differences years. Here the sample... </strong><br /><br /></span>Año 2000 -<span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Year 2000</strong><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlBtHC4fiH48arJD21LKl_lhz10FDxhEFe8stWBFGJ5a0mrXsSJH2DHefmdKhuBv4tJp1D54P9fhbibjcB5sCNjPPYhyMDqFvpl3Dp-1PEHLXrxoa_tMt2av9dE4-5QGBwGmP/s1600-h/balcon3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356125162154227586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlBtHC4fiH48arJD21LKl_lhz10FDxhEFe8stWBFGJ5a0mrXsSJH2DHefmdKhuBv4tJp1D54P9fhbibjcB5sCNjPPYhyMDqFvpl3Dp-1PEHLXrxoa_tMt2av9dE4-5QGBwGmP/s400/balcon3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Año 2008 - <strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Year 2008</span></strong><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1159/747606665_3460e26b0f.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br />Aunque él no es egoista, y lo comparte conmigo o casi...A veces me lo presta, aun más ahora que esta viejito y se pasa todo el día durmiendo adentro...de la casa.<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Though he is not selfish, and he shares it with me or almost... Sometimes he gives it to me, furthermore now that he is old dog and the whole day spends to itself sleeping in ... of the house. </strong><br /></span><br /><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/251/456858026_aefbe9f1e5.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br />Gaucho...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-20020554247175573792009-06-27T08:59:00.003+02:002009-06-27T13:07:15.852+02:00Del derecho y del reves - Of the right and the reverseUn juego:<br />adivina "de qué se rie Verdi y qué mira Gaucho"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">A game:<br />It´s guesses "of what smile Verdi and what looks Gaucho?"</span><br /><br /><center><img style="width: 457px; height: 303px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3625171664_87e0eae778.jpg?v=0" /></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-7971090592596502512009-06-21T22:04:00.005+02:002009-06-21T22:28:36.372+02:00Soy un perro, una vaca o un marciano?? - I am a dog, a cow or a Martian??Hola compañeros. Soy Gaucho<br />Bueno en realidad no sé quien soy ya.<br />Os cuento, la jefa, en un ataque de creatividad según ella, me cambio el peinado. Y me ha dejado así…<br /><center><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/3648249418_9c3673eb2d.jpg?v=1245615649" /></center><br />Ya no sé si soy un perro, una vaca con cuernos o un marciano con antenas. Tú qué piensas? Ayudenmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee porfiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi buddies. I´m Gaucho.<br />Good actually I do not know who I am already.<br />I tell you, the jefa, in an assault of creativity according to her, change the hairdo. And she has made me like that ..</span><br /><center><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3647444661_1ae9902198.jpg?v=1245615618" /></center><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Already I do not know if I am a dog, a cow with horns or a Martian with antennas. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">What do you think ?</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-9510260540450344832009-06-14T13:38:00.013+02:002009-06-14T14:03:38.114+02:00Lo se, lo se -- I´m know, I´m knowHola compañeros soy Gaucho.<br />Antes que nada, pedir disculpas por escribir poco, pero estamos en una etapa de stand-bye.<br />Ahora soy el que escribo el blog. James Dog, el perro espía 007, ha tenido que ir en una misión y no volverá en unos días. Verdi, esta cansado con los calores que hace, y ya no tiene obligaciones con el blog.<br />La jefa esta super ocupada, así que me toca a mi.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi buddies,I´m Gaucho.<br />Before that at all, to ask you forgive for writing little, but we are in a stage of stand-bye.<br />Now I am that I write the blog. James Dog, the dog spies on 007, has had to go in a mission and he will not return in a few days. Verdi, this tired with the heats that he does, and already he does not have obligations with the blog. The jefa this busy, so she touches to me.</strong><br /></span><br />No tenemos muchas noticias. Que estamos bien, con mucho calor en Madrid, que seguimos paseando a diario con Andrea, que ha llegado la época de las vacunas y esas cosas.<br />Nunca mejor dicho llevamos una vida de "perros". Aquí con Andrea en el parque...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>We do not have many news. That we are nice, with a lot of heat in Madrid, which we continue walking to diary with Andrea, who has come the epoch of the vaccines and these things. Rather we never take a life of "dogs". Here with Andrea in the park...</strong><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSo8CxYEig5J2Qloh74bflPQVbVLYv346sXiAdney_AhFlod0bCqMGNSWnprtOvr-zVY6l8BdBDVhU6Zm2OroZRpy7zqP4fOu6aYxq1xqY68r4ZSMpSN0AUOPZEGMagj-JHpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149867800750370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSo8CxYEig5J2Qloh74bflPQVbVLYv346sXiAdney_AhFlod0bCqMGNSWnprtOvr-zVY6l8BdBDVhU6Zm2OroZRpy7zqP4fOu6aYxq1xqY68r4ZSMpSN0AUOPZEGMagj-JHpQ/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2q_A3cMXRCYTBW0OgX6eoVI2d4zQ8zeHFp8frhRb7oh623s0FyNNcSJSF7eJGfQtUWeyLI5eN_thbq4XqcZ-liLm8CMJSJz84ZmMjkdN9tiDNMU2Jy7LU67Qzb6fY-JU9U1Qf/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149583426944322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2q_A3cMXRCYTBW0OgX6eoVI2d4zQ8zeHFp8frhRb7oh623s0FyNNcSJSF7eJGfQtUWeyLI5eN_thbq4XqcZ-liLm8CMJSJz84ZmMjkdN9tiDNMU2Jy7LU67Qzb6fY-JU9U1Qf/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" /></a><br /><br />También les queremos contar que se nos ha ido nuestro primo Lucas más allá del arco iris el viernes, con 13 años. Y nos ha dejado a todos un gran vacío, pero no sufrió y todo ha sido muy rápido.<br />Aquí una foto del primo cuando estaba bien.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Also we want to tell them that us has gone away our cousin Lucas beyond the rainbow on Friday, with 13 years. And a great emptiness has left all us, but he did not suffer and everything has been very rapid. Here a photo of the cousin when ithe was nice.</strong><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYt_qAVArFR2zPUxFUEOV1kWngs9d5TIAXwjaADBd2ZrYguaXD4XM_R5-7Va-eVZANFsCNFRhfj9sbifVYcKCN3eFHD5FTUX7_GhGq84-LhyphenhyphenDu2POeYCDCRalrVOGLuAAu7j0vg/s1600-h/IMG_2449.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347147659124179842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYt_qAVArFR2zPUxFUEOV1kWngs9d5TIAXwjaADBd2ZrYguaXD4XM_R5-7Va-eVZANFsCNFRhfj9sbifVYcKCN3eFHD5FTUX7_GhGq84-LhyphenhyphenDu2POeYCDCRalrVOGLuAAu7j0vg/s400/IMG_2449.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Cuando pasan estas cosas, con perros amigos o de la familia, nos sentimos todos muy mal, porque vemos a Verdi como lucha por sentirse bien, pero cada día se lo ve más viejito. En fin, mejor no pensarlo.<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>When these things happen, with dogs friends or of the family, we feel ours all very badly, because we see Verdi since it fights to feel well, but every day it meets more old dog. In end, better not to think it. </strong><br /></span><br />Hemos recibido algunos premios que agradecemos pero que no hemos puesto aquí por lo que ya hemos contado. Pero igual muchas gracias a los amigos!!!<br />Nos vemos....<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">We have received some prizes for that we are grateful but for that we have not put here for what already we have counted. But equal thank you very much to the friends!!! We meet .... they we want friends</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-28565723339137969702009-05-31T11:35:00.005+02:002009-05-31T11:56:47.427+02:00Tardes en el parque - Evenings in the park.Hola a todos, soy Dog, James Dog, el perro espía 007, con licencia para morder.<br />En esta casa todos están ocupados, sino es descansando es trabajando (léase la jefa) que nadie se ocupa del blog.<br />En fin. También es verdad que los dos perritos principales de esta mansión están con lo que se llama "tos del perro", una epidemia que hay en Madrid, donde no paran de toser, están con antibióticos.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Hi to all, I am Dog, James Dog, the dog spies on 007, with license to bite.<br />In this house they all are occupied, but it is resting it is working (be read the jefa) that nobody deals with the blog.<br />In end!! Also it is true that the two dogs principal of this "mansion" is with what there is called " cough of the dog ", an epidemic that exists in Madrid, where they do not stop of Cough, they are with antibiotics.</span></strong><br /><br />Gaucho ya va mejor, pero Verdi, más o menos. Parece que cuando pase esto le tienen que hacer unas pruebas para ver su corazón porque no esta muy allá.<br />Pero ayer, por ej, estuvo corriendo detrás de la pelota en el parque un rato, así que como dice la jefa "mientras tenga estos momentos, todo esta bien, que ya son casi 15".<br /><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">Gaucho already goes better, but Verdi, more or less.<br />It seems that when this passes they have to do a few tests to him to see his heart because not this very there. But yesterday, for ej, he was running behind the ball in the park awhile, a little but...so as the jefa says " while he should have these moments, quite this well, that already are almost 15 ". </span></strong><br /><br />Así que no hacemos mucho, solo que como aquí ya hace buen tiempo y calor, nos pasamos muchos ratos en el parque.<br />Aquí las ultimas fotos con los amigos, de ayer mismito.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>So we do not make great, alone that like here already good time ago and heat, we spend many whiles to ourselves in the park. Here the last photos with the friends, of yesterday. </strong><br /><br /></span><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3580334495_fa95b25d26_m.jpg" /></center><center>Nanin </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/3581143342_935a243666_m.jpg" /></center><center>Yuca </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3580332279_4a3d7729b6_m.jpg" /> </center><center>Lura y Verdi </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3581142240_09bd174cac_m.jpg" /></center><center>Coco </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3581140296_969d5b2d30_m.jpg" /></center><center>Mapie </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3581140710_39bed059b4_m.jpg" /></center><center>Lula </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3581144420_932fd46456_m.jpg" /> </center><center>Gaucho </center><center><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3581141688_ea6f693994_m.jpg" /></center><center>Thyson</center><center></center><br /><br />Estos son los amigos habituales, que pasamos las tardes.<br />Yo con la jefa, tomando un dog martini, agitado no revuelto con sus amigas en la sombra, mientras esta tropa corre por ahí.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">These they are the habitual friends, that we pass the evenings. I with the jefa, taking a dog martini, already you know, stirred not shaken, with jer friends in the shade, while this troop runs thereabouts.</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-10334095311514090382009-05-24T18:13:00.016+02:002009-05-24T21:22:47.046+02:00Qué es un perrito faldero - What is a dog be tied to sb's apron-stringsHola compañeros, soy Dog, James Dog, el perro espía 007 con licencia para morder.<br />El otro día le preguntaba yo a Verdi que era ser un "perrito faldero", que llamaba al pequeño. Él se empezó a reír como un loco y me dijo que un perrito faldero es el que esta siempre encima de su dueño.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi buddies, I´m Dog, James dog, the dog spies on 007 with license to bite. I was asking another day to Verdi who was to be one "<strong>perrito faldero</strong>", (spanish expressions) that was calling the small one. He was started laughing as a madman and said to me that a "perrito faldero" is that this always on his owner. </strong><br /></span><br />Para poner un ejemplo, él (Verdi) es un perro. Cumple las obligaciones de un perro, que son:<br />Cuidar de la familia, estar alerta de intrusos, acompañar, jugar, pedir comida cuando están comiendo, no molestar mucho, pero sobre todo, ser su mejor amigo.<br />En cambio las obligaciones de un perrito faldero son:<br />Estar siempre encima del dueño/a, pedir cariño todo el tiempo, ladrar si le dejan solo, etc, o tener actitudes de cachorro toda su vida.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">To put an example, Verdi is a dog. He fulfills the obligations of a dog, which are: To take care of the family, to be intruders' alert, to accompany, to play, to ask for food when they are eating, not to be a nuisance very much, but especially, to be his better friend.<br />On the other hand the obligations of a "perrito faldero" are:<br />To be always on the owner, to ask for fondness all the time, to bark if they make him alone, etc, or attitudes of puppy to have all his life.<br /></span></strong><br />Por ej, la foto de la familia de el otro día, muestra perfectamente esto, Verdi expectante, mirando para todos lados, cuidando de todos, y Gaucho, encima de la jefa. Eso quería decir Verdi.<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>For ej, the photo of the family of another day, it shows perfectly this, expectant Verdi, looking for all sides, taking care of all, and Gaucho, on the jefa. Verdi wanted to say it.</strong><br /></span><br />Yo se que Gaucho, se ha ganado ese apodo para Verdi, el de perrito faldero de la jefa, pero también se que es valeroso, que la cuida, que la acompaña, que esta siempre con ella para que no se sienta mal, que juega mucho con ella, que se queda siempre en la puerta esperando que vuelva, que se alegra a más no poder cuando lo hace. En fin, no me he aclarado mucho.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">I know that Gaucho, this nickname has been gained for Verdi, of "perrito faldero" of the jefa, but also that is courageous, that takes care, that accompanies her, that this always with her in order that he does not sit down badly, that plays very much with her, which remains always in the door hoping that returns, that it cheers to not be able any more when itdoes it.<br />In end, I have not caught on very much.<br /></span></strong><br />Para mi un perrito faldero es esto... <strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">To me, the spanish expressions "perrito faldero" is this...<br /></span><br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH9sjpgUtFsLx2HWC7JHcgd2rtJvy2JWuH_RV8BQidplOGt_ck2ile8gbFyGyBdxH5aB6NgQ673CG89TptKT0rAKbh_ot-VSbm2w7fSBLyBR5kP14OGVKrXILUoRWIooMKsMr/s1600-h/little-lily-paris-hilton-moda-canina2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339430468197906274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH9sjpgUtFsLx2HWC7JHcgd2rtJvy2JWuH_RV8BQidplOGt_ck2ile8gbFyGyBdxH5aB6NgQ673CG89TptKT0rAKbh_ot-VSbm2w7fSBLyBR5kP14OGVKrXILUoRWIooMKsMr/s320/little-lily-paris-hilton-moda-canina2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Pero esto es un León Tibetano....no un perrito faldero. <strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">But this, is a Tibetan Lyon, not a "perrito faldero"<br /></span></strong><center><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3496523844_6524fc7f81.jpg?v=0" /></center><br /><br />En fin, menudos compañeros de piso que tengo. Mejor me voy por un martini, ya sabéis, agitado no revuelto. Hasta la próxima.<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>In end, tiny companions of flat that I have. Better I go away for a dog martini, already you know, stirred not shaken. Up to the close one.</strong></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-11013633252175648692009-05-21T20:09:00.008+02:002009-05-21T22:20:10.323+02:00La vida sigue - The life continuesHola amigos, soy Verdi.<br />Pasaba por aquí, aunque he dejado esta tarea a James Dog o a Gaucho, para decir que estamos bien. Ya mucho mejor.<br />La vida sigue, y hasta la jefa ya se siente mucho mejor después de lo que paso. Gaucho como siempre, en su tónica de ser el perrito faldero de la jefa, donde esta ella, va él.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi buddies, I´m Verdi.<br />I was passing hereabouts, though I have left James Dog or Gaucho this task, to say that we are nice. Already much better. The life continues, and up to the jefa already she feld much better after what It pass. Gaucho like always, in his keynote of being the "perrito faldero" (his baby dog) of the jefa, where this she, he goes.</strong><br /><br /></span>James Dog, familiarizandose con el ordenador, porque yo delego en él, escribir el blog. Yo ya me siento cansado, y no hago mucho, mi balconcito, los paseos y poco más. La jefa me ha retirado todas mis obligaciones de perro de casa. Ya solo salgo para ir al parque 3 veces al día, con ella y con mi paseadora Andrea, y poco más. Me duelen mucho mis patas y ya son casi 15. Me cuesta subir y bajar las escaleras.<br />Igual tengo que decir que en dos meses más o menos tendremos ascensor en el edificio, así que me resultará mucho más fácil.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>James Dog, familiarizing himself with the computer, because I delegate in himto write the blog. I already sit down tired, and do not make the walks great, my "balconcito" (little balcony), and little any more. The jefa has withdrawn from me all my obligations of dog of house. Already only I go out to go to the park 3 times a day, with her and with my "paseadora" Andrea, and little more. My legs hurtme very much and already they are almost 15. It is difficult to raise and to lower the stairs to me. Equal I have to say that in two months more or less we will have elevator in the building, so me he will turn out to be much easier. </strong><br /><br /></span>Gracias en nombre de todos, de vuestro cariño y amistad en los momentos que pasamos, pero ya paso, ha sido lo que Dios ha querido. Estamos bien. Y para demostrarlo, una foto de toda la familia en el parque, el otro día.<br />Gracias amigos!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Thank you in name of all, of yours fondness and friendship in the moments that we pass but already I happen, it has been what God has wanted. We are nice. And to demonstrate it, a photo of the whole family in the park, another day. Thank you friends!!!!! </strong><br /></span><br /><center><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3495708029_8cdc5f12b5.jpg?v=0" width="445" height="299" /></center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-3307438444443716612009-05-15T15:56:00.003+02:002009-05-15T16:06:04.685+02:00Malas noticias - Bad newsHola a todos, soy la jefa.<br />Solo paso por aqui para contar a todos que los bebés, el pequeño y el grande, han cruzado anoche el puente hacia el arco iris. No han podido superar esta dura prueba.<br />Solo deseo, que alguna de vuestras amigas perritas, que ya han echo ese camino ya, los hayan esperado para adoptarlos y darles el cariño que su mamá aqui no les dio.<br />Gracias a todos por vuestros mensajes. Ha sido muy dura toda esta semana. Gracias por vuestra amistad.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hi everybody, I´m the jefa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Alone I pass hereabouts to count all that the babies, the small one and the big one, have crossed last night the bridge towards the rainbow. They could not have overcome this hard test. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">I´m only want to say that I hope that one of yours friends "perritas" (ladies dog) , that already have done this way already, them have waited to adopt them and to give them the fondness that his mom did't give here.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Thanks to all for yours messages. It has been very hard all this week. Thank you for yours friendship.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-67805341956375046102009-05-14T20:54:00.013+02:002009-05-14T21:17:15.417+02:00Los bebés luchan por su vida - The babies fight for his lifeHola compañeros, soy Verdi.<br />Hoy hablo yo, porque los demás en casa no están bien. Están tristes.<br />Los bebes de Gaucho nacieron el martes por cesárea. Uno estaba atravesado y no dejaba salir al otro, sino la hacia el veterinario, morirían junto con su madre.<p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="ES">Hi buddies, I´m Verdi.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="ES"></span>Today I speak, because the others in house are not nice. They are sad. The babies of Gaucho were born on Tuesday for Cesarean. One was crossed and stopping to go out for other one, but it towards the veterinarian, they would die together with his mother.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="ES"> Cuando esto pasa, las madres primerizas suelen no querer a sus bebés porque no les reconocen. Han nacido dos. Uno bien, pero el otro tiene un problema congénito que no le deja comer. Si bien ya nació muy débil, ahora lo está más y nos dejará en cualquier momento.<br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal">When this happens, the inexperienced mothers are in the habit of not loving her babies because they do not recognize them. Two has born. One good, but other one has a congenital problem that does not leave him to eat. Though already he was born very weak, now it he is more and he will leave us in any moment.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="ES"> El que nació bien, como su madre no le quiere no le da de mamar pues con la operación no tiene leche. Los humanos le miman y le dan de comer cada hora y media con jeringuilla, pero no come lo suficiente. No sabe usar el biberón, por lo tanto también se está debilitando día a día.<br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal">The one that was born well, since his mother does not want him, she does not give of sucking so with the operation does not have milk. The human beings spoil him and they give of eating every hour and a half with syringe, but the sufficient thing does not eat. He cannot use the baby bottle, therefore also he is weakening day after day.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="ES"> La madre, Lola, los agarra y los saca de su cucha para dejarlos en el suelo frio, como diciendo, y estos quienes son. Los humanos hacen turnos para no dejarla sola nunca y poder así proteger a los bebes.<br />Esto ha sido muy doloroso para todos y están todos muy tristes, en especial la jefa.<br />No puedo seguir contándoles más, no se nada más. El tiempo dirá. Aquí algunas fotos del primer día de vida. Ahora ni siquiera tienen nombre. La jefa los llama, el pequeño y el grande. Así está el tema... :(</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">The mother, Lola, seizes them and extracts them of his bed to leave them in the cold soil, as saying, and these who are. The human beings do shifts to never make her alone and to be able like that to protect the babies. This has been very painful for all and very sad they all are, especially the jefa. I cannot be still telling them more, not nothing more. The time will say. Here some photos of the first day of life. Now they do not even have name. The boss calls them, the small one and the big one. This way the topic is..</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><center><img style="width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2205/3529196630_bf1fb17450.jpg?v=0" /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img style="width: 460px; height: 344px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/3528384267_555a2d8327.jpg?v=0" /></p></center><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="" lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-51953286230480870372009-05-11T20:40:00.004+02:002009-05-11T20:49:23.001+02:00Hoy es el día - Today is a dayHola compañeros, soy James Dog, el perro espia 007con licencia para morder.<br />Solo pasaba por aqui, para contar que parece que hoy nacerán los bebes de Gaucho y Lola. En casa todos estan muy nerviosos. Yo para que no me digan nada, estoy con Verdi en su balconcito, tomando el fresco y algún que otro Dog Martini, agitado no revuelto.<br />Mañana les contamos como va el tema...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Hi buddies, I´m James Dog, the spy do, the dog spies on 007 with license for bite.<br />Only I was passing hereabouts, to tell that it seems that today there will be born the babies of Gaucho and Lola.<br />In house all are very nervous I in order that they do not say anything to me, I am with Verdi in his "balconcito" (little balcony), taking the fresh air and some that another Dog Martini, stirred not shaken. Tomorrow I tell them since the topic goes...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><center><img style="width: 458px; height: 304px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3495707323_7ec162d152.jpg?v=0" /><br />Esperando - Waiting </center></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10464385.post-25150785614332701682009-04-25T20:24:00.024+02:002009-04-26T01:01:15.691+02:00La vida sigue pausadamente...- The life continues slowlyHola compañeros, soy Verdi. He vuelto, aunque tengo que decir que nuestro amigo James Dog, esta conmigo, y puede que siga escribiendo. Yo ya estoy algo viejo y me da pereza escribir. Así que he contratado a James Dog para que siga escribiendo mi blog por mi. Yo lo supervisaré, pero desde las sombras. Así que les dejo con él, yo me voy a mi balconcito a descansar al sol..<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Hi buddies, I am Verdi. I have returned, though I have to say that our friend James Dog, this with me, and there can that continues writing. I already am slightly old and he gives me laziness to write. So I have contracted James Dog in order that he continues writing my blog for my. I will supervise it, but from the shades. So I leave them with him, I am going to my "balconcito" (little balcony) to rely to the Sun.. </strong><br /></span><br />Hola a todos, soy Dog, James Dog, el perro espía 007 con licencia para morder.<br />Como contaba Verdi, desde hoy mi jefe, yo me encargaré del blog por él.<br />Para empezar tengo que contar que él esta bien, le duelen algo las patas, le cuesta subir escaleras, pero esta bien. Aquí una foto del parque de ayer...<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Hi to all, I am Dog, James Dog, the dog spies on 007 with license to bite. As Verdi was counting, from today my boos, I will take charge of the blog for him. To begin I have to tell that he this well, some kind of legs hurt him, it is difficult to raise stairs to him, but this well. Here a photo of the park of yesterday...<br /></span><br /><br /></strong><strong><p></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfecc62bN0vD4LbQruArIC_cdj5N99c8Z4sulW-A7znkqYxaO_ykNWYJyBCIw0IkHbuYTCBQIOHdUmNLETpggU9Nec5cNReoFbhphyxCzCJ0_rri0kQfkAQmlQFVx8l14Z2NC/s1600-h/ver.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328701995054915138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfecc62bN0vD4LbQruArIC_cdj5N99c8Z4sulW-A7znkqYxaO_ykNWYJyBCIw0IkHbuYTCBQIOHdUmNLETpggU9Nec5cNReoFbhphyxCzCJ0_rri0kQfkAQmlQFVx8l14Z2NC/s400/ver.jpg" /></a><br /><br />En cuanto a Gaucho, hoy le ha tocado peluquería. Luego de tanto tiempo en el Tibet, con la naturaleza, la jefa ha dicho que tenia unos pelos que no aguantaba más. Ha coincidió con su "señora, novia, amante o lo que sea, o mejor dicho con la madre de sus hijos" en la peluquería. Lola, está bien, nos saludo muy alegremente, y sobre todo sus "bebes" están bien. A ella también le iban a cortar el pelo, para que este más cómoda en el parto que parece que será entre el 10 y el 15 de mayo.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">As for Gaucho, today he has touched hairdresser's shop. After so much time in the Tibet, with the nature, the "jefa" has said that tape-worm a few hair that it was not bearing any more. He has coincided with his " lady, fiancée, lover or what is, or rather with the mother of his children " in the hairdresser's shop. Lola, is nice, I greet us very happy, and especially her "babies" are nice. To her also they were going to cut the hair, in order that this more comfortable in the childbirth that it seems that it will be between 10 and on May 15.<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzFW4Vo_IdQSbeNBC0_oMl5oWkHPqcU2KlXn4m9nQbBynYD_44pPWKWjvhauu6IGAgPmpFL9JvD54Jt87f0KYmUSG_TCxRUXWMoFeSjyzU933cmHhUa9GXdQNhijm5Pq2BXI3/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328716897539932306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzFW4Vo_IdQSbeNBC0_oMl5oWkHPqcU2KlXn4m9nQbBynYD_44pPWKWjvhauu6IGAgPmpFL9JvD54Jt87f0KYmUSG_TCxRUXWMoFeSjyzU933cmHhUa9GXdQNhijm5Pq2BXI3/s400/DSC00134.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDu8RKQ7mIkqmF-S8XBDB2CcX_eqKX-kZAD95n5VSlhPoheAwZS6CkYGdIxBPiEcSNNYvaibhAeookT7rW7NHbqUxXMQZZoQgIwF2bkvQypziKWbxmWcS4y3UUHDFJs8N0_xfl/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328717087052943218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDu8RKQ7mIkqmF-S8XBDB2CcX_eqKX-kZAD95n5VSlhPoheAwZS6CkYGdIxBPiEcSNNYvaibhAeookT7rW7NHbqUxXMQZZoQgIwF2bkvQypziKWbxmWcS4y3UUHDFJs8N0_xfl/s400/DSC00135.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9Y9NArvW_8hED38DcbXWT8xudH6P48NdRak_VNC-zMSb9Xx8tqkljBaP3SG__Cfgq0JpTnzwosoDcu4rxUEncfpaTe07jTyowtPkVZXlyKWVzOjSeBw2FSPDW4tau-94Nrw1/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328717302641256802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9Y9NArvW_8hED38DcbXWT8xudH6P48NdRak_VNC-zMSb9Xx8tqkljBaP3SG__Cfgq0JpTnzwosoDcu4rxUEncfpaTe07jTyowtPkVZXlyKWVzOjSeBw2FSPDW4tau-94Nrw1/s400/DSC00138.JPG" /></a><br />A que la maternidad le sienta bien a Lola? a que esta muy guapa??<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">To that the maternity sits well Lola? To that this very handsome??<br /><br /></span></strong>Buenos colegas, hasta aquí por hoy. Tengo sed, me voy con Verdi a tomar Dog Martinis, agitados no revueltos. Volveré pronto....Intentaré postear más rápido que antes.. <p><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Good colleagues, hitherto for today. I have be, I am going with Verdi to take My Dog Martinis, stirred not shaken. I will return soon.... I Will Try write a post, more rapid than before..</span></strong><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673264918450048737noreply@blogger.com9