I have been its favourite, always I do not know why, he is not something that has asked, or by some gained merit, she decided that and thus she was. With the person who better takes is with my sister, she has the patience to him that never I will have. Mother brings pompous memories to me, I have tried, but I have not managed to understand it. Fodder that its rate of life does not go with its age, as it said, is created young person and thus it lives, I have seen sitting it in a table of games, for hours and hours, never one gets tired. Its vice is infinite, I create tries to recover the hours that sometimes did not play.
He is a somewhat strange being, fodder lives more for the others than for she herself. Understood who it and mimaba no longer is, now his it drained will cause problems to him. My father besides companion, loving friend and, was everything helped, it in he cooks, and in which it required, to a call of her, it always was present. Credit: Robert Rimberg-2011. It was very difficult that it did not please it. Both formed a so special pair that it enters children and grandsons we fought ourselves to obtain the acceptance of my father in any exit, or would be to eat a candy, or an ice cream or to simply give a return in the car. Among them incredible anecdotes happened, like that one time, was ours first villa in the city of Maracaibo, when we changed ourselves we inside received, it with a dog, were called Nern, were the first dog that we had, in Melilla not estilaba. My brother had a year and a half approximately, the fear of which a so great animal could bite it or goes you that is to say what another thing, was sufficient, my mother requested father who took the dog gave, it.