PUTA
When I was about six years old, I remember my cousin
Glendy stayed with me at my house, in the capital city of
Honduras for a week. I am a sleepy head. At 10:00 am that Monday
morning, everyone was already up except for me. My cousin Glendy kept pushing
me and picking my forehead so I would wake up. I got really annoyed and moody
instantly. When I opened my eyes, I had a little puppy in front of me. My
cousin Glendy was holding the puppy and was excited about showing me my new
pet.
The puppy was a “German shorthaired pointer” breed. I
named her “Puta”. At that time I didn’t realize “Puta” meant a bad word. Puta
was like a person to me, she was part of my family, and I considered her my
sister. I spent all my childhood and some of my teenage years with Puta, and
she was a very interesting dog.
Puta used to see me off when I took the bus in order
to go to school, like a bodyguard. . She usually found her way back home, but sometimes
I had to bring her back home because I was worried she would not return home.
When returning home from my school day, at 1:00pm every weekday, there she was.
Puta, was always waiting for me.
I was around 14 years old when Puta had five puppies,
of which we only kept two. Now I had three dogs, or “bodyguards”: Puta, Gertrudis
and Tragaldabas. These little voyages to
my bus stop were daily adventures that occurred very early in the morning.
Instead of one, there were three times the worry, I had to herd my dogs back
and forth which took me about 30 minutes.
All these little forced exercising routines continued for about my whole
elementary years, until my first year of high school, When Puta passed away.
Puta, was a doting, caring and loving dog. I miss her,
and our morning adventures together.
Great story. How did your family react to giving her a "bad name." I think you should tell your reader what the word means, so we can understand the "humor" of the name. I'd also love to hear how people reacted to the name when you called your dog.
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