Greetings, Steemans!
Grateful to life for so many blessings received, I bring you a story of affirmation based on an experience of my canine son. But I will let him tell them to you.
My stick duck
-Come on, little! ... It's your turn. You're just going to talk about yourself.
"Well... here I go," (he said nervously, almost drowned.)
My parents are my best friends, they say my name is: Milan Jose Salazar Lamb. But, I answer to: Milan, as an Italian football team. My mother told me that she brought me here so I could tell you something about me, because today is the day of friendship between canine children and their parents.
I like the sea. My gaze enlarges when I see it, so much water together excites me.
Mom and Dad have taken me to the beach several times, less than I wanted. The last time they took me, I almost caught a bird, those who sit quietly in the sea, after having fallen from the sky in a nosedive. I looked at her from the shore, where I roll in the sand, playing and wrapping myself in it.
Did I tell you I swim? I do it very well, I don't know how, but I know. I can swim and swim for a long time. Mom told me it's because of my race (Golden Retriever), I don't know much about that, but I know I like water and I swim better than a duck. Besides, I like ducks and cats. I smell big cats, I move small cats with my nose and I want to take them home, but they won't let me.
Ducks attract me because I feel they own the sea. Trying to reach them by swimming, I feel powerful. I enjoy swimming and going as far as they do. But my father won't let me, he gets scared and says I won't have the strength to go back later. That's why he shouts: Milan! Milan! And, I see the duck nearby, and, Papa I see, very far away! And, I want the duck... And I have to pay attention to my father. I see the duck, I see Dad, and I come back. I swim and swim, carrying, on the way back, a stick that I give him when I reach the shore, so that he can see that I did my part of the deal. I brought something, but not the duck.
He hugs me and says: - Good boy! - and I am full of glory because I saw that he liked my duck stick. I'm so happy, so happy that I run in the sand, I go and come back, I wrap myself in it and then I pass through the sand and leave traces? I return, I find them and I smell them: It's me! Planting my footprints in the sand.
(Reprint)
14/10/18
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