Watch out (breath of) dog!
When I was pregnant the general opinion was that I was reckless keeping of animals in the same room where he laid the sacred feet a sweet, small, tender baby '.
When the sweet, tiny, tender baby 'and' come home for a long time I avoided to keep in contact with the two species, more 'real concern that as a precautionary measure (let's face it: there I was terrible because' to my dogs cares absolutely nothing about my son).
Then, lately, the animals have learned that David and 'a small, sweet, tender baby'. And since I have very good dogs, protective, even maternal, decided that the sweet little (ok ok the tears) to be treated like any other puppy. This' involves supervising baths, diaper changes, feedings, Mossette varied, and, alas, 'if you stain to clean it.
This morning I sat quietly in the bathroom to wash the swimsuit of the night (and never in life I would have said that the day would come when I would hand wash something, I put in a washing machine also Kleenex), when I hear David whine oddly, a bit 'as if to curse but could not for obvious reasons of age'. I'm going to find room and Diana, et spectacular statuary collie with long flowing hair, which people on the street turns to look at her, intent to 'clean up' the face of the man cub. The problem 'that Diana, dog absolutely polite, clean, odorless, colorless, tasteless, that more' than once we have forgotten at home because of others' and 'so' discreet and quiet you forget that it exists, has an American experiment that seems like a breath for the final design of the weapon for the destruction of humanity '. It appears that a colony of rats has died asphyxiated in the throat, the effect of Zyklon B to the Nazi era ended. It seems those who aspire to a concrete mixer shafts blacks, remained one month in the sun because of a strike. The dunghill of a leper colony. The leper colony of a colony of dung beetles. Il. .. in short, you understand.
Everything 'on the soft face of my little, sweet (SBONK!), who rightly called for fresh air, or at least only air that stank of exhaust fumes. MA Diana, undeterred, carefully licking the face, hands, little arms, while David struggled to repel the wave of radioactive miasma that fell on him relentlessly in every breath (and 'the case to say that).
This I know and 'better not tell it to my grandmother ...
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