Every Day Has It's Dog

I don't know any other animal on this green earth that loves a barbecue more than a dog, and being one, I'm no exception. So, when my people say let's go , you know I'm gonna be there.

Well, this is a short story of one of those trips to meat Eden, and a pee-wee of a predicament. The first thing you have to understand is that I can't always control myself, I try, but all the food, all those smells, all the people, all the food, it just gets dogmatic after about 5 minutes. So, you can imagine what I have to endure after about an hour. I had to do it, I had to release all this pent up frustration somehow. But, how can I blow off some steam without further unwanted lambasting from my humans. This was becoming a doggie disaster and I had to bring this decision to a close. Then it dawned on me, why go out for a walk when you can go out with a bang. Uh, no, I didn't start banging some humans leg like you thought, that's degrading, and only perverted pets sink so low. What I did do though, is teach some humans not to mess with the pet world.
The people attending the food fest were standing around, laughing and having a good time, gorging their fat faces with the food of the gods, when all of a sudden the swilling was drowned out with a high pitch squealing that was an octave or two higher than a dog whistle. The humans scrambled for the source of the terror only to find one of their offspring crying at the top of his lungs. What happened, one of them yells. I think the dog did something, another whispers. Just then, the human child begins to yelp one phrase repeatedly, over and over again, burning into their ears with the words "It's Hot, It's Hot". Well, much to my surprise, the humans started laughing so hard they were dropping like flies. I didn't understand why they thought it was so funny, but the next time any other kid drops his hot-dog on the ground, and then picks it up and eats it without giving me any, I'm gonna pee on his leg too. After all, now I know I can get away with it.

The day that you see me old

Dear son……
The day that you see me old and I am already not, have patience and try to understand me …
If I get dirty when eating… if I cannot dress… have patience.
Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you.
If, when I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one
times… do not interrupt me… listen to me
When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep… When I do not want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me…
Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I invented, in order that you wanted to bath…When you see my on new technologies… give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile…
I taught you how to do so many things… to eat well, to dress well… to confront life…
When at some moment I lose the memory or the thread of our conversation… let me have the necessary time to remember… and if I cannot do it；do not become nervous… as the most important thing is not my conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me…
If ever I do not want to eat, do not force me. I know well when I need to and when not.
When my tired legs do not allow me walk… give me your hand… the same way I did when you gave your first steps.
And when someday I say to you that I do not want to live any more…
that I want to die… do not get angry… some day you will understand…
Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived.
Some day you will discover that, despite my mistakes, I always wanted
the best thing for you and that I tried to prepare the way for you.
You must not feel sad, angry or impotent for seeing me near you. You must be next to me, try to understand me and to help me as I did it when you started living. Help me to walk… help me to end my way with love and patience. I will
pay you by a smile and by the immense love I have had always for you.
I love you son…