Whenever I can and I came with the intention, I walk with my dogs. Walk along the promenade that borders the sea east of where I live. I always choose the first light of day and how uncomfortable it is time for those who prefer to enjoy the night are few passers-by with whom I meet. It is a journey marked the rhythm of the waves. Every time I meet someone my dogs are the first to say good morning, they make the first presentations and came back to greet me and no voice have spoken and still smiling at the person who wishes to reply. Greeting Sometimes we turn to the presentations on your dog and mine and so the frequency of the days I meet some of the neighborhood: Diego, Bach, Chunk, Blexter, Gala, ... they are, these creatures of which I always learn something new and good, to lighten the preambles of courtesy and immediately as movement of the tail, we extend our meeting make human-canine, or return to resume walking. It is they who in their comings and goings of people approach me every day I am in this pleasant way. Interestingly, going hand in hand with a dog, makes human relations flow as the children romp in a park or along the beach, the second is sharing his ball or building sand castle together.
Yesterday, on my usual walk, my dogs came forward quickly to the rhythm of my steps, I heard barking recognize that this was a new one, actually, a white-haired poodle with the same spark as mine . Its owner, whose name remains anonymous, came to get me to the birth of my own, without much curiosity I just ask for the name of his own: "..." Manolo, Manolo Gutierrez is his name; " A sudden roar of laughter came from my throat. I looked for love and with a twinkle of good humor continue our walks.
Hippy.
