2015-01-27

ABOUT PROJECT

A few weeks ago I was visiting the TRIPLE A facilities for the first time and was deeply impressed by the enormous amount of work that a few altruistic persons are carrying out there in the benefit of abandoned animals. And all that with very few means

That is why I felt the need of doing something for this association and, as a writer, I thought of writing a book on dogs which profits will go to the TRIPLE A. So I wrote About dogs and men.

About dogs and men is a compilation of short stories telling about moving experiences that happen to human beings and their beloved pets. The leading role is always played by the dogs, so under their points of view they tell us about their experiences, their beliefs, their sorrow, their joy, their daily life, sometimes happy and wonderful, sometimes miserable.

It is my wish that this little book serves those who love dogs to strengthen their affection and appreciate even more their loyalty. I also wish that these stories help those who have not had the chance to connect with these extraordinary animals yet, to learn to love them.

Several persons from Marbella are helping out in the production of this book. The painter Agustin Casado is drawing illustrations for each story. Radio speaker Concha Montes wrote the prologue. Literary critic Sara Roma did the spelling correction. Regina Ugarte and Beryl Weima are translating the text into English and the editor Andrés García Baena (Ediciones Algorfa) will take care of the layout and printing of the book.

The Marbella Town Hall and particularly the counsellor Carmen Díaz are also actively participating in the project.

José Luis Moreno  email: jlmorenomarbella@gmail.com
                                    609455110

Also attached an entry with a couple of stories, one sad and one happy, to give you an idea of ​​the online book.

Thank you very much to all, on behalf of the dogs. 

TWO STORIES AS AN EXAMPLE

                               
                                      FIDELITY

  
I was sleeping so comfortable in my bag when tremendous knock on the door woke me up. Blows and cries of many angry men.
I looked at the bed of my master and I saw him jump up, very scared.Never in my life had noticed a smell of fear as strong as that given off Luis.
I noticed that I did not know what to do, hesitated, and that's very unusual for him, which is always so sure of everything. I stood up, looked at me and said with a gesture to silence. He went to the window and looked out, but there must have liked what he saw, because it became even more scared.
It was at that time when men shouting outside, broke down the door and entered the house like a shot. They wore black boots and helmets on their heads, all wearing the same uniform and holding in his hands a long tubes.
Luis was paralyzed. Among several men grabbed him and took him crawl to the street. They all left. Nobody noticed me. I followed. They were forcing Luis to get on a truck in which there were other men. He looked at me.He did not speak, but his eyes read the horror that told me to do nothing, me to stay still. Luis and I understand very well without words.

The truck started. I was hesitant, but that only lasted a few moments. I ran back. I could not leave him alone.

At first I could follow the truck through the streets of the town, but when you hit the road in the forest, I was leaving me behind. The lungs were burning, heart seemed that I was going out through the mouth. I started to fail hind legs (rheumatism for months is killing me).

In a curve, the truck disappeared from view. Still I ran some more, but I left the forces, my vision blurred and fell fainting on the road. It filled me with sadness. They say that dogs can not mourn. Do they know!

Suddenly, a loud bangs swept through the mountains, endless echoes.They did not sound very far.
Luis needed me sure! I got up laboriously and I started walking, dragging the hind legs. A terrible pain down my back to the nape. It took me forever to get to the corner, but I could still see how the truck disappeared into the distance.
The forest exuded a strange smell. I walked slowly and then I smelled. I sniffed his peculiar aroma, mixed with a dark stench did not know, but that was in my mind: I quickly learned that it was the smell of death.

I approached and saw him. He was lying on the floor, face up, in a pool of blood. All around there were more men, who also gave off the smell of death.

I making a last effort, I crawled to him.



A month later, other soldiers, wearing other uniforms, discovered in the forest near the village, the bodies of twenty-countrymen.

Lying on the youngest of them chest, lay the body of a dog.



                                                 Wandering


I live on the street.

At first it was very hard and had a hard time getting used to, but time has passed and now I'm over it.
When he died my master, Mr. Don José (I prefer to call my friend Pepe), I was taken to the pound, but that was not for me and I soon escape.
Since I live in a corner of a building under construction, I do not know why, it is empty and nobody works there.

I love the street life, this wonderful feeling of being able to do what I want, without ties or schedules.
I have organized a charm (something I have to serve three years have lived with a computer ...).  
I have made a perfect plan which I call the CPC: "Circuit Products dated", and follow to the letter.
I start very early, visiting the rear alley pastry Mallorca, where there is always a box with debris and cuts croissants, buns and other sugary treats.
By midmorning I usually walk around the Mercadona. The wieners mark "Squire" are licking their hooves. Hmmmm!
Around noon I can not resist a walk around the Auchan. Their slices of salami with slices of pepper not trade for anything.
If I have Gazuza afternoon, I spend a moment by the carnage of the corner, Yeah, man !, that's so nice chubby who is always smiling. As seen me, and me is throwing a chicken leg or some booty. He's a lovely man ...!
At dusk, I like to take a dessert yogurts LIDL (they are delicious and they say that calcium is good for bones).

Not where I'm going and to Eroski. And that their lamb chops are unmatched across Madrid. And if I do not, it is no match for these two bigs pooches that do not let you get close to containers.

On Sunday morning I love walking Rosales, defiant and proud, screaming my freedom from all those dogs with pedigree, together with straps uniformed employees of the home. 

Me, I prefer dogs (sorry, bitches), are in my neighborhood, so simple and beautiful, not that stupid sophistication with the center of the capital. And also:

They are free like me!

2015-01-27

ABOUT PROJECT

A few weeks ago I was visiting the TRIPLE A facilities for the first time and was deeply impressed by the enormous amount of work that a few altruistic persons are carrying out there in the benefit of abandoned animals. And all that with very few means

That is why I felt the need of doing something for this association and, as a writer, I thought of writing a book on dogs which profits will go to the TRIPLE A. So I wrote About dogs and men.

About dogs and men is a compilation of short stories telling about moving experiences that happen to human beings and their beloved pets. The leading role is always played by the dogs, so under their points of view they tell us about their experiences, their beliefs, their sorrow, their joy, their daily life, sometimes happy and wonderful, sometimes miserable.

It is my wish that this little book serves those who love dogs to strengthen their affection and appreciate even more their loyalty. I also wish that these stories help those who have not had the chance to connect with these extraordinary animals yet, to learn to love them.

Several persons from Marbella are helping out in the production of this book. The painter Agustin Casado is drawing illustrations for each story. Radio speaker Concha Montes wrote the prologue. Literary critic Sara Roma did the spelling correction. Regina Ugarte and Beryl Weima are translating the text into English and the editor Andrés García Baena (Ediciones Algorfa) will take care of the layout and printing of the book.

The Marbella Town Hall and particularly the counsellor Carmen Díaz are also actively participating in the project.

José Luis Moreno  email: jlmorenomarbella@gmail.com
                                    609455110

Also attached an entry with a couple of stories, one sad and one happy, to give you an idea of ​​the online book.

Thank you very much to all, on behalf of the dogs. 

TWO STORIES AS AN EXAMPLE

                               
                                      FIDELITY

  
I was sleeping so comfortable in my bag when tremendous knock on the door woke me up. Blows and cries of many angry men.
I looked at the bed of my master and I saw him jump up, very scared.Never in my life had noticed a smell of fear as strong as that given off Luis.
I noticed that I did not know what to do, hesitated, and that's very unusual for him, which is always so sure of everything. I stood up, looked at me and said with a gesture to silence. He went to the window and looked out, but there must have liked what he saw, because it became even more scared.
It was at that time when men shouting outside, broke down the door and entered the house like a shot. They wore black boots and helmets on their heads, all wearing the same uniform and holding in his hands a long tubes.
Luis was paralyzed. Among several men grabbed him and took him crawl to the street. They all left. Nobody noticed me. I followed. They were forcing Luis to get on a truck in which there were other men. He looked at me.He did not speak, but his eyes read the horror that told me to do nothing, me to stay still. Luis and I understand very well without words.

The truck started. I was hesitant, but that only lasted a few moments. I ran back. I could not leave him alone.

At first I could follow the truck through the streets of the town, but when you hit the road in the forest, I was leaving me behind. The lungs were burning, heart seemed that I was going out through the mouth. I started to fail hind legs (rheumatism for months is killing me).

In a curve, the truck disappeared from view. Still I ran some more, but I left the forces, my vision blurred and fell fainting on the road. It filled me with sadness. They say that dogs can not mourn. Do they know!

Suddenly, a loud bangs swept through the mountains, endless echoes.They did not sound very far.
Luis needed me sure! I got up laboriously and I started walking, dragging the hind legs. A terrible pain down my back to the nape. It took me forever to get to the corner, but I could still see how the truck disappeared into the distance.
The forest exuded a strange smell. I walked slowly and then I smelled. I sniffed his peculiar aroma, mixed with a dark stench did not know, but that was in my mind: I quickly learned that it was the smell of death.

I approached and saw him. He was lying on the floor, face up, in a pool of blood. All around there were more men, who also gave off the smell of death.

I making a last effort, I crawled to him.



A month later, other soldiers, wearing other uniforms, discovered in the forest near the village, the bodies of twenty-countrymen.

Lying on the youngest of them chest, lay the body of a dog.



                                                 Wandering


I live on the street.

At first it was very hard and had a hard time getting used to, but time has passed and now I'm over it.
When he died my master, Mr. Don José (I prefer to call my friend Pepe), I was taken to the pound, but that was not for me and I soon escape.
Since I live in a corner of a building under construction, I do not know why, it is empty and nobody works there.

I love the street life, this wonderful feeling of being able to do what I want, without ties or schedules.
I have organized a charm (something I have to serve three years have lived with a computer ...).  
I have made a perfect plan which I call the CPC: "Circuit Products dated", and follow to the letter.
I start very early, visiting the rear alley pastry Mallorca, where there is always a box with debris and cuts croissants, buns and other sugary treats.
By midmorning I usually walk around the Mercadona. The wieners mark "Squire" are licking their hooves. Hmmmm!
Around noon I can not resist a walk around the Auchan. Their slices of salami with slices of pepper not trade for anything.
If I have Gazuza afternoon, I spend a moment by the carnage of the corner, Yeah, man !, that's so nice chubby who is always smiling. As seen me, and me is throwing a chicken leg or some booty. He's a lovely man ...!
At dusk, I like to take a dessert yogurts LIDL (they are delicious and they say that calcium is good for bones).

Not where I'm going and to Eroski. And that their lamb chops are unmatched across Madrid. And if I do not, it is no match for these two bigs pooches that do not let you get close to containers.

On Sunday morning I love walking Rosales, defiant and proud, screaming my freedom from all those dogs with pedigree, together with straps uniformed employees of the home. 

Me, I prefer dogs (sorry, bitches), are in my neighborhood, so simple and beautiful, not that stupid sophistication with the center of the capital. And also:

They are free like me!