"7,000" ROSA MONTERO
May I present them. I submit to these 7,000 locals who left their dogs to leave peacefully on vacation.
who introduced me to these 7,000 fanatics able to leave behind, with spooky fearlessness and great composure, shaking their noses and eyes of animals suffering.
How do they do? "Apearán the dog in the middle of a bare field and run away after all the roar of car, the poor frightened creature galloping behind the fender until your breath and do not give more? Or perhaps take some neighborhood somewhere far away and escape taking advantage of carelessness, a friendly meeting with other dogs or a sweet smell of a tree pit?
do not care that then the animal, only to discover, review again and again, with growing anxiety and nose on the ground, the faint trace of his own, trying in vain to find the trail to the only world he knows. Is 7,000 only in Madrid, the beasts bad state census may increase considerably.
who introduced me to those guys who had the rennet from the stomach lying in the sun on a beach, placid and satisfied after having condemned his dogs in the best cases, to extermination in the doghouse, and, more likely, a slow and terrible agony on any road, his body broken after an outrage. Or to serve as guinea pigs in a laboratory, or die in dog fights, grisly carnage that, although illegal, appears to be booming as gambling.
who introduced me to these stone beings of consciousness. I want to know who they are, because I'm scared, if they have committed an act so miserable and inhuman, how can they expect from all types of treachery and barbarism? Probably swarming through life disguised as ordinary people: it is a pity that the scoundrel not leave an indelible print.
El País,
May I present them. I submit to these 7,000 locals who left their dogs to leave peacefully on vacation.
who introduced me to these 7,000 fanatics able to leave behind, with spooky fearlessness and great composure, shaking their noses and eyes of animals suffering.
How do they do? "Apearán the dog in the middle of a bare field and run away after all the roar of car, the poor frightened creature galloping behind the fender until your breath and do not give more? Or perhaps take some neighborhood somewhere far away and escape taking advantage of carelessness, a friendly meeting with other dogs or a sweet smell of a tree pit?
do not care that then the animal, only to discover, review again and again, with growing anxiety and nose on the ground, the faint trace of his own, trying in vain to find the trail to the only world he knows. Is 7,000 only in Madrid, the beasts bad state census may increase considerably.
who introduced me to those guys who had the rennet from the stomach lying in the sun on a beach, placid and satisfied after having condemned his dogs in the best cases, to extermination in the doghouse, and, more likely, a slow and terrible agony on any road, his body broken after an outrage. Or to serve as guinea pigs in a laboratory, or die in dog fights, grisly carnage that, although illegal, appears to be booming as gambling.
who introduced me to these stone beings of consciousness. I want to know who they are, because I'm scared, if they have committed an act so miserable and inhuman, how can they expect from all types of treachery and barbarism? Probably swarming through life disguised as ordinary people: it is a pity that the scoundrel not leave an indelible print.
El País,
