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Hello community, animal lovers. Pets are life in the house; they are the ones who celebrate your arrival, and as you train them, so they will be. They are like children.
At home, we have three: Mike, the brown pitbull that was given to us at 2 years old; Greta, the white pitbull that we brought home at 40 days old; and the poodle, who was also very small when we got her.
They are the life of the house. The great thing is to hide and drive them crazy searching. Also, with the pitbulls, I play something to throw, and Pelker takes it away. The wrestling, especially with the white one, is tremendous. They always hold on, and it gets more intense each time. Meanwhile, the poodle is so smart; I trained her. The only thing she does is bite the pitbull, and what the pitbull thinks is her daughter doesn't mind. They are already grown, and the games are getting shorter to avoid hurting them, but that's how they have a bit of fun.
The mattress where the brown one sleeps, as I call him, is because Greta, the white pitbull, destroys all the beds we set up, and there's no economy that can withstand that.
I found that pose so striking that we took these photos, and the others are for you to see my little daughters.
Well, greetings, community.
Mike
*While sleeping, peace envelops me,
a serenity where tranquility roams free.
Its forms, postures, are melodies of love,
we adore its obedient character, its sweet innocence.
Like the sun that brings day, it illuminates life,
with a smile, like a welcoming embrace.
In that rest, we find tranquility,
a hug of dreams, a tangible reality.
In the nocturnal silence, whispers sound,
like the score of a pure love.
The pillow embraces the secrets of the day,
while sleep, in its dance, guides us on our way.
The body rests, but the soul dreams,
in a corner of the universe where all is entrusted.
Like stars dancing in the sky,
rest embraces us with its gleam.*
Greta
*Her furtive gaze, always on the lookout,
You cannot deceive her, she's like a jealous woman,
There's no way to lie to her.
Every noise, every whisper, awakens in her
Curiosity; her investigations are like
Food that always triggers her eager awakening
Of all her senses.
And she looks at you if you bring
something for someone else
And not for her; laughter and fun
Are commonplace, a beautiful company
In this warm life full of obstacles.*
Mora
*Don't be deceived by that calm demeanor,
it's a terrible cunning when I run, I can't escape.
At full speed, she pursues me relentlessly,
she's the color of enjoyment, her sharp character,
the noise needed to break the cold silence.
Always searching for you, she likes being carried,
she's a little sweetheart, like a little plush toy.
The smallest one living among giants,
an escape artist, so she can't be caught.
That's how the little one is, my sweet daily companion,
with her cunning and charm, always in the game.*