My dog Fritz

annibale By annibale, 21st May 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3i9cf5vy/
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I bought Fritz near the cafe Pedrocchi, from one of those old men who scour the city
center surrounded by a cloud of tiny dogs. I saw a tiny black puppy, who was
sitting alone, did not play with everyone else, and, occasionally, as if he remembered a past pain, yelped plan. I walked over, I stroked the puppy and it was love at first sight.

Fritz



FRITZ

I bought Fritz near the cafe Pedrocchi, from one of those old men who scour the city
center surrounded by a cloud of tiny dogs. I saw a tiny black puppy, who was
sitting alone, did not play with everyone else, and, occasionally, as if he remembered a past pain, yelped plan. I walked over, I stroked the puppy and it was love at first sight.

Of What breed is it?" I asked the old man.

"Fox Terrier miny, a race invincible," he said Fox
Terrier miny with the same confidence with which he would have told German
shepherd or Labrador. In fact, Fritz was a mongrel of about two months, very nice, which had his tail cut off
so he could seem a fox terrier.I bought the dog for a few pounds, I took it home,I fed him and stroked to comfort him
for all the news that had become part of his young life despite himself. I grew
fond immediately and effortlessly. With the days went by he began to manifest
its true nature: my friends said: "Not a dog, but a chicken. In fact, he
used to spend all the day digging in the garden, he made holes, scratching. Nobody
would have been surprised if he had also
laid some eggs. Over time he also put on a little round belly that gave its
profile

Despite the malice of my friends, I knew immediately that Fritz, despite its size, could
have also been considered a guard dog or personal protection. With insects he
was truly fearless and tireless. Once has even managed to scare off a huge
grasshopper. I still remember the look full of pride that he gave me when I
returned. With the cats, however, had adopted a tactic of his own. he remained
seated at a respectful distance from the cat and only when the latter began to
leave, he got up barking to chase the prey. If the cat suddenly stopped,
usually Fritz disappeared for half a day to reappear suddenly in front of me,
feigning cheerfulness as if nothing had happened, with an indifferent smile
from his lips. I never reproached him for this reason,and he has been always
grateful for my comprehension

His affection for me grew every day. When I saw he running towards me at full speed
and then loosing himself in a thousand frenzied celebrations, I remained always
amazed

"Look at that dog," she said one day a passer-by "he is 'slow but
fast." It was true. Fritz ran as fast as he could and in the curves He tilted himself up to forty-five degrees like a motorcycle. He seemed always to the limit, ears and tongue protruded laterally attracted by the centrifugal force, but its top speed was barely a 7 or 8 km / h downhill. This is because most of its energies were dispersed in lateral oscillations and oscillations of the head. His walk was a mixture of jumps forward, and slippings at a side, rather than advancing it seemed to be screwed into the air. Caught in a shot, however, might seem a greyhound, for the speed and commitment expressed in the run. he always moved me when I saw him come to me with that run "slow but fast."When I returned from work he constantly followed me everywhere, Once I use his willingness to follow me for a little game. A friend of mined hold him while I went to hide myself. Fritz, who was perhaps the only dog ​​not to use smell to find me, immediately run and rushed into a dangerous skid when cornering, thanstopped perplexed and amazed at this hostile world, which left him without a master. After this first attempt, I decided to hide myself forever in the same place, behind a door. After several attempts Fritz understood, and without hesitation came running to me filled with celebrations. I still remember his yelps when I changed my hiding place. Fritz was quiet, he understood the game and was headed back to the usual door, tail wagging. When he did not see me, saw him, he began to whimper desperately, as betrayed by an unsafe world. His complaint expressed a universal pain, his world was no longer the same as before. It seemed Euclid compared to Heinstain: " Are there also non-Euclidean geometries? So, what do we have studied so far? The “becoming” was an unbearable category was for a small black puppy in love with his master. He wanted his certainties. Fortunately, all the philosophical questions of Fritz ended as soon as he found me, immediately stopped whining and started a whirlwind of celebrations as he had ever made. I decided not to repeat the game, because I thought that it was too cruel. Unfortunately, the habit of Fritz to follow me everywhere was fatal for him. A day as I returned from work I noticed that Fritz was following me as usual at full speed, with all the enthusiasm dictated by his immense love for me. While running he did not notice that there was a giant truck coming between me and him. Oblivious to the small obstacle, rushed towards me, with confidence, but his little body was caught under the wheels of the truck .I only had the time to shout "no, stop!" But it was already too late. Despite a fractured pelvis and injuries to internal organs however, Fritz continued to crawl towards me confidently, convinced that I could somehow relieve his pain, and it was this: when he reached me put his head above my hands nearly satisfied he licked me and stopped whining forever.

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Death, Dog Story, Love

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I am an Italian doctor, I like to write short novels and stories. I am 59 years old

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
22nd May 2012 (#)

Dogs are amazing animals aren't they ? So sad that you lost him in this way, thanks for sharing your story of Fritz your dog.

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