My name is Chica de Tulear and I come from the noble dog family Coton de Tulear. The story I am going to tell you has its origins at a time when I had no name yet and lived with many other dogs in a dog prison. Such a dungeon is called a puppy mill, and I was there with the only purpose – to give birth to puppies. Dogs living there do not do anything else. The puppies are then sold by their prisoners to people who want to save some money »»» read more
The expeditions outside the safety of our house and the garden are always exciting. This is especially true when we are on holiday. We go here by unknown places and we do not know what we can expect there.
I usually stick to my he-human as close as possible. He is big, and if something attacked us, he would protect me. But Dino plays a hero. He looks at the unknown objects and growls on them. In the dark, he begins to growl as soon as we get out of the door.
Likewise, yesterday, when our he-human went with us for the last evening walk. We walked down the street along our pension, where almost nothing goes late at night.
But the routine of our walk suddenly disrupted something other than the car. The middle of the road moved the animal. It was just a little bigger than us. Flat, as if crouched to the ground. There was no head, tail, or legs.
An unknown creature moved confused in all directions. He also did sudden lunges against us. It was uncertain whether he was going to attack us.
Even Dino preferred to keep at a safe distance, and his small chest came out so deep sounds that even Saint Bernard would not be ashamed of them.
It wasn’t long before my fears were confirmed. The animal ran against us and began to make sinister sounds. Surprisingly, our he-human left it calm. On the other hand, me and Dino went to counterattack and began to bark in the night town as a life.
The windows of the surrounding houses began to light up. A man ran out of one building and began to gesticulate something on our he-human and explain something in Italian language. He caught the animal and it immediately stiffened. He then took him in his arms.
Our he-human smiled and explained to us that a robotic lawn mower had escaped from the garden of this man.
My he-human had a birthday. We dogs do not know this expression, and because I am a curious girl, I wanted to know what does it means. My he-human explained to me that it is the day in the calendar when person was born. This day then people celebrate every year as a birthday. Until they die.
I asked if they died, then he celebrated dieday. From the expression of my he-human ‘s face I understood that he had no enthusiasm in my question. Firstly, because no one knows what we celebrate when we leave this world. And on the other hand, I realize that my he-human must then translate it into English. So let me tell him how he translates „dieday“.
So I asked a more intelligent question: “What is the exceptional birthday day?” My he-human explained to me that a birthday day for people is like every normal day for dogs. They just try to do everything to make them happy. I was pleased that we dogs have 364 birthday days a year more than you people.
My he-human in his birthday gets a kiss from my she-human and they will open their favorite Montepulciano. He is almost like a dog. He gets a kiss from my she-human almost every day. And Montepulciano also opens frequently.
My he-human also explained to me that people give gifts on this day. But I don’t have to worry. Because he is not a normal person. He doesn’t need any gifts because he already has everything. Especially my she-human, me and Dino.
And because people feel bad when they don’t give a gift, my he-human accepts large stones for our garden and statuettes of Buddha. And of course good red wine :).
To appreciated the human race enough, my he-human has explained to me that some people have such perfect memory that they remember who has ever wished them for their birthday. Even after years, they can evaluate a person ” he didn’t call me a birthday wish “. But I don’t have to have complexes, all people are not that perfect. For example, my he-human is not that.
You are strange creatures, you people. You consider yourself the lords of creation. You say you are the only one in the Universe to carry consciousness. However, it is surprising that something as exceptional and advanced as man is so afraid of death. We dogs try to survive at all times. We will do for it all this possible and impossible. But when death is to come, we respect it.
Our attitude was best expressed by Snoopy when the piggy bank complained how is it sad we would die one day. “But we won’t die a lot of other days!” Snoopy replied.
We dogs do not live in fear that one day our earthly pilgrimage will end. We live fully. We do not waste the time by making money and their subsequent spending. We don’t try to be better than others.
And especially we know that birth is not an absolute beginning and death is not a definitive end. Everything in space moves in cycles. Why should our existence be an exception?
My he-human says that you should learn from us dogs about life and death. But most of you are prevented by your pride and arrogance.
I’ve never experienced that our humans gets up so soon, like yesterday. I couldn’t even say morning for this time, it was still night. Dino jumped up and rejoiced. He knew something unusual will happen. I also knew that we will go somewhere. But even it did not forcing me to open one eye.
And we really went somewhere. It was a long journey. We slept with Dino on the rear seats, our she-human in front and our he-human turned wheel the car has in front of him.
When we arrived in place, the sun was completely awakened. Our she-human also. Unlike the sun, it was because she drank up a huge mug of coffee. We got out of the car and came to the room where there was perhaps a hundred cotons in addition to many people. I felt like in the puppy mill.
My he-human explained me that this is not puppy mill, but the dog exhibition. I didn’t understand why we’re here because it was probably an exhibition of disabled dogs. Most of them did not walk, but they were carried in something like baby strollers. They had funny hairstyle and they smelled like an airport shop with perfumes.
But I didn’t bit anyone and I liked me there. It was also given that I had no obligations there. Unlike Dino and our he-human. They had it most difficult. They sticked the number on my he-human and he had to go with Dino in circle. And some ladies looked at them and slandered them. And recorded the gossips to the computer. Then released the returns Dino and our he-human.
The ladies then said to my he-human, that they don’t like Dino, because he is partially black. Our he-human told to those ladies that he also doesn’t like them. Fortunately, he didn’t say it aloud, but we dogs understand the thoughts.
Positive was that we didn’t have to wait for end of exhibition and went on a trip. We enjoyed a beautiful day.
Our humans said that we are the best dogs in the world for them and that even in the smallest nothing changes what some ladies recorded into the computer.
They are truth. But I decided not to let it. Nobody will discriminate Dino for the colour of his skin! Dino has no idea what it is life I experienced. But he’s OURS. And I’ll fight for him. Like Chica is my name!
We dogs love all seasons. This is especially due to the fact that, unlike you, we live in the present moment. We don’t worry the past, it is already behind us. And we aren’t afraid of the future, it’s not yet. We are happy about what is right now.
But spring has a privileged position on our hemisphere. It represents a new beginning. The first spring day is a point from which everything will rise, and in which again everything will end. It is a seed from which the summer will blossom, the autumn will grow ripe and returned to the winter into the form of a sleeping seed.
The cycle of life is relentless, but beautifully perfect.
When something is getting ready in our family, we dogs literally feel it in the air. Like last Saturday. In the hall, luggage began to accumulate and we were clear that we will go somewhere. My humans will go together with their grandchildren on the spring holidays to the mountains. On such an opportunity, we start with Dino chasing all over the house. We are looking forward and growling from fun.
While our pleasure increased with the increasing number of baggages in the corridor, so my he-human started slowly disappearing smile from the face. Several boxes of candies for grandchildren, pair of kilograms of flour, bags with cane sugar, bottles with oil, vinegar and red wine. Then our she-human brought a blender, toaster, a machine for preparing popcorn, a few layers, a collection of knives, two facilities on the Italian espresso and many other things their purpose is not known to us dogs or our he-human. It should be noted that we went to rented holiday house with fully equipped kitchens.To my he-human it evoked ancient experience from the basic military service, when as a chief of the hatch service oversaw the assembly of provi, securing the monthly exercise of the entire rocket technology partition. Only the semi-trailer with field cuisine was missing.
With the several types of baking forms I have registred stress hormones in the air. I understood that patience of my he-human is approaching the boundary of his capacity. It was just a matter of time when it leaves the last remnants of healthy self-confidence and self-control. Then I just heard how he says he wouldn’t live his own life. That he is good just to ensure funding and logistics. And the reward for him is the all-day baby shoutting and the ubiquitous mixture of toy parts mixed with the remnants of pastry, several kinds of jam, custard and similar masses inserted into all conceivable holes in the apartment. Didn’t say it aloud, but we dogs can read thought.
However, my he-human doesn’t give up. With the expression “If anyone can put this into one car, it’s me”, he started to carry everything out. He managed to put everything into the car with the precision of the pyramid builders. There was not have a centimeter of free space in the car. But also nothing on the sidewalk.
I would be proud of my he-human when I saw him returning to the winning expression of the Lord of formation. Unfortunately I suspected that something would be wrong. A pile of cooled food from the refrigerator lay in the hallway. Among other things, following the salary of eggs, yoghurts, milk and two kilogram of cottage cheese. I don’t know what was the last drop. The fact remains that patience of my he-human has overflowed immediately as soon as he entered the door.
He was silent. But we dogs can read even those unspoken thoughts. And she-humans can also do it. So we could hear both of his sinister looking threatening with a cruel vengeance. He is the victim and he shows it to the whole world. And he lets all his things at home. Including warm clothing, your camera and tablet. He, who survived the moon in the Amazon jungle and high in Himalaya just with one backpack. He survives playfully in the Orlické Mountains only in the sweatshirt.
He finally avenged only himself. Because he was cold for a week. And especially he could not take photos. This creative activity which creating a counterweight to endless loop “yelling, eating, pee” those small tyrants.
As my he-human often says wisely, everyone is the Creator of his fate. But I have to tell you (I know it absolutely) that my he-human likes my fate like it is. As well as he loves those small beings.
I confess that I have never seen a bear in my life. But I heard he sleep all winter. In November, it will crawl into its lair and enjoy it until March. I would probably like that a lot. And I think my he-human too.
But our Dino has it completely differently. As soon as dawn begins in the morning, he starts to run around. He examines and sniffs everything, as if the apartment was exchanged for a completely unknown one overnight. Then he pokes me until I have to stare angrily at him with one open eye to stop. So in the end he goes to the doorstep of our human’s bedroom and there he sniffs so loudly that he wakes up our she-human and we go out.
Winter is simply not a hibernation period for us. We have such an active winter that I don’t even have time to write my stories. Our humans still have their human puppies taking turns here. We go for long walks and we go on trips. And we even spent a week visiting a very nice lady, because our humans were in the mountains and they could not take us with them there. After all, the winter is not so bad. Even if we don’t sleep for a few months.
We dogs do not know the concept of death as you people perceive it. We don’t understand it as something completely final. From our point of view, there is no difference between death and falling asleep every day.
Therefore, every awakening to a new day is a miracle for us. We are grateful for each new morning. For every sunrise. For we see our humans again. We do not take any of this for granted.
At first, my he-human told me not to write about it. It sounds like a cliché from a cheap motivational book about a happy life. But then he told me a few years old experience of the Himalayas. He encountered a caravan on a narrow path rising into the mountains. They carried a climber who died of altitude sickness. They hurried and were gone in an instant. But there remained a message in the thin air that resonated like an echo between the rocks: “Life is a gift. Live him. ”
You people have laws that give you the opportunity to accept or reject any gift. We dogs would never refuse a gift like life. We live it to the fullest, even though it can sometimes seem difficult to us (for example, when our owners are combing us). And so we rejoice for every new morning, for every new reunion with our humans. Too bad you humans don’t understand our dog language. I would explain to you that these are not clichés. But that’s how a happy life is made.
We dogs accept the world around us as it is. Whether it’s people, situations, or events. When I was in the puppy mill, I had no idea that there was another world. And I simply lived. With what was.
I noticed that you people have it differently. You often can’t accept things the way they are. You want them to be what you want to see.
There would be nothing wrong with that in itself. But you want to dictate to the world around you what it should look like even in areas over which you have no power. You often try to interfere in the lives of other people. And you have no right to do that.
I don’t want to get involved, but I think then you have to suffer a lot. Believe us, dogs: life needs or to be taken as is or left to lie down. I don’t want to get involved, but I think then you have to suffer a lot. Believe us dogs: life needs to be taken as is or left to lie down.
You humans are bizarre and very complicated creatures. I’ve noticed that you often talk about love, and just few of you know what love really is. You often limit the concept itself to partner love. And even in short, you have distorted ideas about that. Despite the fact that I observe your relationship between the partners, I would seldom call it love.
For us dogs, love is part of our instinctive equipment. For you, people, too. But you don´t care your instinctive equipment. In your rational conceit, you think that you know everything better than how nature has given it to you.
Love, as we dogs know it, is without exception unconditional. We are always ready to give the life for our young without problems. And we do not expect them to graduate in return and provide us with grandchildren with their heterosexual partner.
We dogs are encoded in genes that everything in this universe is interconnected. And that we can’t be happy if we don’t make others happy. And that’s why we love you people so much. You need it most of all the creatures we know.