not a joke nor a story, all true from A to Z. A
acquired by my nephew who is the son of a sister of my wife, born in Rome on 9 February of '56 when the abundant snow fell on this city, is a very good technical and dealing with various articles of TV antenna installation, repair televisions, radios and other gadgets.
Until a few years ago was a skilled worker at an industrial plant, fired by reduction of staff, including his first as a bachelor without family responsibilities.
lives alone in a beautiful two-story house, farm, near a town situated about thirty kilometers from Rome.
I had to dwell on my nephew because I believe they are useful details to try to tell the story best.
days ago that I keep the TV in my room, although on, he became mute. Good thing I said to myself, I wonder if it is a misfortune or a blessing? The fact is that the images could be seen, beautiful, clear, distinct, but the audio did not want to. In addition, another TV in the living room screen had almost divided in half by a strip on the disturbing images that stood undaunted.
my clumsy attempts to place the two units are finished in recalcitrant absolutely nothing.
I decided to phone and said my nephew informing it of the situation. He says:
= a zi 'I would be today but I can veni nun alone and vabbe
=' streets' co 'the boyfriend you
= no she is now home to the mother and then co
=' who?
= co '= Morbi
and who is it? My dog \u200b\u200b
= er = er you're made of dog? = =
then t'aricconto
vabbe 'nun is a probblema, streets' co' Who you think that just comes.
A few hours later he and Morbi arrive, and when I open the door, I see a big dog, robe satin light brown, long ears drooping, languid eyes, look and fearful behavior. As the work proceeded
grandson of resuscitation of the two bodies because aspiring television rather with age there told me all of Morbi.
About twenty days prior to the 23:00 was about to fall asleep when he heard the barking of a dog
come from the tract of land in front of his house. It will be one of the dogs of his neighbors thought and tried to fall asleep again but the dog kept barking insistently, and so continued to do throughout the night. When my nephew got up in the morning he heard the scrape their front door, opened it and Morbi very slowly, without fear, walked around his legs by rubbing its snout. From that day he and Morbi have become inseparable. Basically it was my nephew
Morbi but find it to see my nipote.Dal veterinarian who visited the vaccinated and knew that in terms of health was pretty good, was not wounded or injured, had about a year and half and was a cross between a dachshund and a fox terrier. Not knowing his name had saddled to Morbi was soft as the body and how his thoughts were tender.
And indeed for the entire duration of his work here at home, my nephew was followed like a shadow from Morbi, almost attached to the legs and was watched by those long languid eyes.
Only when someone in the street for two or three times, threw firecrackers in advance of the end of 2010 and rather noisy, Morbi we went to take shelter under my desk.
Throughout the stay at home, we can say that has not even Morbi in one go, always ready to be caressed.
I love animals, especially cats - I've had four at home since 1948 - but I always wanted a dog. Morbi also equal to two.
How can you not fall in love di una tale creatura?
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