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WELL, LET’S NOT get TOO personal here. As far as “turn-ons” go, I’m only going to tell you some of the things that I like and don’t like as an excuse for sharing an abundance of photos from my visit to the City of New York in September. Although this has nothing to do with sex, it will still give you some insights into my psyche.
BUENO, NO NOS volvamos demasiado personales aquí. En cuanto a “excitaciones”, solo voy a contar algunas de las cosas que me gustan y no me gustan como excusa para compartir una gran cantidad de fotos de mi visita a la ciudad de Nueva York en septiembre. Aunque esto no tiene nada que ver con el sexo, aún te dará algunas ideas sobre mi psique.
So, I was sitting on the toilet Friday morning. Yes, that really is how this story begins.
So, I was sitting on the toilet and Dudo decided, as always, it was a perfect opportunity for us to spend some time together. First, he forcefully pushed the door open with his front paws. He checked to make sure I wasn’t getting into the shower and then ran for a toy. (The usual routine.)
I threw the toy. He fetched it. I threw it again. He fetched it again. The third time, he returned with a long knotted-up string. We had a tug-of-war. I threw it. He fetched it. He tired of that and then raised up on his hind legs to head-butt my thigh. I took the hint and stroked and petted him. He clearly wanted to hop up on my lap. That was not about to happen.
I stopped responding to his head butts, assuming he’d leave me in peace.
Then I yelped.
DUDO, OUR LITTLE ANGEL. (CLICK FOR THE BIGGER PICTURE.)
Annoyed by my lack of attention, Dudo bit me on the ass! Well, more precisely, he gave me a love bite (with his sharp little teeth) on the upper thigh.
The message: “Don’t ignore me, goddammit!”
I of course gave him a stern lecture. He apologised.