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Quique and the dogs

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Tras más de cuarenta años trabajando en el banco, mi padre se jubiló el pasado mes de junio.

Hubo una época en la que teníamos tres perros, Johnny, Bobby y Bali-Hoo, que mi padre alimentaba y sacaba a pasear religiosamente tres veces al día, una de ellas antes de salir hacia el trabajo a las 7 de la mañana. La última de los tres en morir fue Bali-Hoo (a la que en casa llamábamos cariñosamente Marijuli) que nos dejó hace tres años. A pesar de que era una perra ya viejita, todos en casa nos quedamos hechos polvo cuando murió y mis padres, no sé si por guardarle luto o porque estaban cansados del trabajo que daban los animales, decidieron que no tendríamos ya más perros.

Por mi parte en aquella época acababa de mudarme a vivir con mi prima Elena a mi nueva casa en la periferia y mis planes eran algo diferentes. Ya que viviría lejos de la ciudad, al menos podría por fin tener un perro. Una tarde nos acercamos al centro de recogida de animales del pueblo a echar un vistazo y salimos de allí con una nueva compañera de piso a la que llamamos Piticli, por el pobre pajarito ‘dormido‘ de Enjuto Mojamuto, nombre que ha dado mucho que hablar. Piticli se adaptó enseguida a nosotras y nosotras a ella. Le compramos su propia cestita acolchada y mullidita de Ikea,  pero por supuesto ella prefería dormir con nosotras en nuestras camas. Unas noches dormía en la de Elena , unas en la mía y algunas noches iba alternando de un cuarto a otro como para que no nos pusiéramos celosas. Un tiempo después de que Piticli llegara a casa le hicimos su propia página de facebook donde, tras meses de arduo entrenamiento, anunciamos la gran exclusiva: ¡Piticli da la pata!

Un año después del verano en el que murió Marijuli, mi madre cometió la imprudencia de asomarse a la página web del centro de recogida y, textualmente, se enamoró de una perrita con pinta de ratilla que tenían allí. Cuál fue su disgusto cuando llegó al centro a adoptarla y le dijeron que ya se la había llevado alguien. Sin embargo, Farfalina estaba destinada a acabar en esta familia. Al día siguiente, llamaron del centro de recogida a mi madre por si seguía queriendo a la perra ya que la señora que se la había llevado el día anterior la había devuelto alegando que “aquello no era ni un perro ni nada“. La pobre Farfalina llegó a casa en un estado lamentable, con cicatrices y quemaduras por todos lados. Y sobretodo con un miedo en el cuerpo que, aún hoy, dos años y medio después, no se le ha pasado del todo.

Un año más tarde, Pincho llegó inesperadamente a través de un compañero de mi padre que se lo había encontrado en la calle y no podía hacerse cargo de él. Aterrizó con la confianza de un perro de raza y en cuestión de un par de meses, dejó preñadas a las dos perras y se convirtió en el rey de la fiesta.

Piticli vivió con nosotras dos años en casa hasta que Elena se fue a estudiar a Londres y yo a trabajar a Nueva York. Desde entonces vive en casa de mis padres con sus ‘primosFarfalina y Pincho donde, la verdad, se la ve muy feliz. ¡Y mucho más gorda!

Y así, de nuevo, sin planearlo, tenemos tres perros que nos divierten muchísimo. Los tres adoran a mi padre, que de nuevo los alimenta y los saca todos los días. Eso sí, ahora el paseo un poco más tarde, pero mucho más largo.

Quique y Farfalina © Jimena Roquero Photography

After over forty years of working at the bank, my dad finally retired last June.

There was a time when we had three dogs, Johnny, Bobby and Bali-Hoo, my dad religiously used to feed and walk them three times a day, as early as 7am, before he left for work. The last of the three dogs to pass away was Bali-Hoo (who was Marijuli for us –a spanish version of the name she came with), who left us three years ago. Even as a very old dog, we all truly felt the lost, so my parents, in order to honor her memory or simply feeling too tired of all the work that involves having animals, decided not to ever get any more dogs.

By that time, I had just moved in with my cousin Elena to my new house in the suburbs and our plans were slightly different. Since I was gonna live far away from the city, at least I would finally get a dog! A random evening, Elena and I went to the town shelter just to check it out, and we came back home with a new canine roommate, which we decided to call Piticli, after the poor little bird from the Enjuto Mojamuto cartoons. Piticli got quickly acquainted to us. We bought her a fluffy Ikea basket to sleep on, but, of course, she chose to spend most of the nights on our beds. Some nights she slept with Elena, other nights with me, and some others she used to go from one bedroom to another several times as if she didn’t want us to be jealous… Sometime after we got her, we created her own Facebook profile where we could happily anounce (after a long and severe training period) the big scoop: Piticli gives her leg! 

One year after Marijuli decease, my mum was reckless enough to check the town shelter website and, textually, she fell in love with this little rat-looking dog they showed there. She was really upset when she got to the shelter and they told her that the little dog had been adopted by a woman a few hours earlier. But Farfalina was clearly destined to be a member of this family, because, someone from the shelter called my mum the following day asking if she was still interested in taking the dog. Apparently the woman who took her the day before wanted a refund, claiming not to be able to take care of “that thing you can’t even call dog”. Poor little Farfalina got home really damaged. She had bumps and burns all over her body, and most of all, an inner fear we are still working on today, after two and a half years.

One year later, unexpectedly, Pincho got home through some of my dad’s colleagues who had found him on the street but couldn’t take care of. Pincho was self-confident as a pedigree dog, but sweet as hell! It took him no more than a few months to make the female section pregnant and he became the king of the house.

Piticli lived with us for two years, until Elena left to study in London and I moved to New York. She lives at my parents’ since then, with her ‘cousins’ Pincho and Farfalina, where she really seems to be very happy. And where she’s got fatter!

So this is how, without previous planning, we once again have three dogs. They are a big part of the family and we have so much fun with them. The three of them absolutely adore my dad, who feeds and walks them every day. Now the walks are a bit later, but much much much longer.

Quique y Pincho © Jimena Roquero Photography
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