I have mentioned at some point, but for a few months ago I had a dog, better known as "hair ball" or direct "the ball." The story with that dog is half looong (originally it was for the pair of mother, but was a few months here, and now has boarding Business at the weekend, Blahblahblah), but hey, I just wanted to write about two situations:
1) The ball eating leftover roast bone in his blankie (previously was my brother, let before mine) in the kitchen, I entered the scene, and seeing, I shake and I get to say " No baby, the bones in bed do not eat! "
2) Dialogue with mother, a few minutes ago:
" Hey Dany, when he plays the next shot to Alfie? (yes, Alfie is the real name of the bug, or answer although none)
-emmm, and I should have given a safe, if not two ... not concerned about that now Vincenzo is YOUR dog? (Last bill, yeah!)
"But you forget ... you do not you take him?
- (ufff, why not think twice before having a dog if they want to take over) ... well, okay ... but I'm not going to wear well, made a villero, peinalo and take it.
Horror, just to show that it is possible that in the future I turn into the kind of mother who does not want to be! Evidence
No. 3 of this possible transformation: the lack of authority. Before taking to vaccinate promised a ride to take no living direct torture, but I had to leash (because I bought one, gave it to Vincenzo, and obviously lost). Conclusion: After a test block had to hold him and take him home, because they bear to the convicted person where he wanted and barking like a mad over every pedestrian that crossed his (and at Avenida Scalabrini Ortiz plea are many pedestrians) was the last straw. And no, it was not vaccinated because the vet who takes care of that sick and was not. The height to the square!
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and should be reviewing waaaaay English, given that tomorrow and give up the CAE, but I'm cansanda to do the same exercises. In reviewing a while I'll see a little more, but I doubt that my brain can absorb more information
