The Fernandos went to Europe. They had to leave her birds, a cockatiel (the Manolo) and a parrot (the Gaio).
Monica went to Argentina. No who had let the mongrel dog who gave you earlier this year, Molly.
I stayed in the studied area. He had no money to travel, since I am a buyer-compulsive spender and zeroed live without understanding why. I got all the bugs.
The birds are quiet. I have a special affection for Gaius. He reminds me of the parrot that my father had died in Manaus and in my hands by accidental poisoning. He gets loose in the window of the house, hanging from the jabuticabeira. Today I realized he was dipping his head in the tiny pot of water to fill every day. I grabbed a plastic filler and larger. The creature took a beauty of a bath. I was even jealous of happiness.
Molly is a cute, only that its owner is one of the most compliant with their own fault I know. She calmly told me that in those five months that is the dog did not have time to teach her hygiene habits. Ie pestina shit and piss where he gives the tile. It has to be very good to be so loved by me, Monica. I'm tired of trying to teach the dog and clean up their mess. Damn Monica and Molly, although we love them deeply.
But I'm happy with that. Full non-human companion, watching the antics of pets. How nice.
know I'm very happy here in JPA? I'm feeling those middle-class people who drop out of high-South Zone and buy sites here, to live closer to nature. Fat chance. I'm just a crazy unable to control impulses and emotional spenders who needed to hide here to find some peace.
I think despite everything, I'm finding it.
Good.
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