"Y se marcho y a su barca le llamo liberta": Buda se escapo (ESP-ENG)

_{This post is both in English and Spanish, you can go directly to english by clicking HERE}

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¡Hola hivers!💜

Vine a desahogar mi mal rato: la correa de buda se rompió y ella corrió. Hoy lo contaré de forma jocosa, pero en ese momento quería llorar, solo venia a mi cabeza que podría atropellarla un auto o que se podía ir y no alcanzarla, porque siendo realistas Buda es un perro mediano de unos 20 kilos, que corre como alma que lleva el diablo, que tiene ciertas características que la hacen especial: es chismosa y le encantan los perros callejeros.

_{Esta es La Budi, que aunque la vean en su momento coquette, tiene un lado oscuro}

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Los personajes de esta historia son: Buda (a quien apodaremos “La Budi” de lo malandra que se porto), el perrito negrito, Rafael (el mejor vecino), y yo, la mamá perruna desesperada. Todo inicia en nuestro paseo de la tarde (que es entre las 4:30pm y las 5:30pm). Para mi es el paseo de la salud mental, para ella es el paseo para ver a sus amigos perrunos y humanos. La Budi tiene una pechera que llaman antihalones, que tiene hasta una agarradera donde puedo alzarla como si fuera una maleta y una correa con un tensor para que yo pueda llevarla y no ser arrastrada por ella (igualito me arrastra porque ella sale toda emocionada).

Dimos nuestro recorrido normal. Saludo a sus amigos humanos y a sus amigos perritos callejeros, entre los cuales estaba el perrito bigoton y perrito negrito. Resulta, acontece y pasa que perrito negrito volvio con nosotros hasta nuestro edificio. Saludamos y conversamos un rato con nuestro amigo Rafael.

_{Todavía no entendemos cómo se salio}

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Continuamos el paseo y el perrito negrito ya se habia adelantado. Este era el último tramo del paseo, es un estacionamiento grande y que queda de cierta forma cercado pero no totalmente. Aqui empezo el meollo del asunto: La Budi vio a la distancia al perrito negro agarrar un hueso que encontro y halo muy duro y se desprendio la correa y en mi cabeza sono: “Y se marchoooooo y a su barca le llamo libertaaaaad” y La Budi corrio, y yo la llamaba pero no, La Budi tenia una meta: conseguir ese hueso.

_{La Budi, ladrona profesional de medias}

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Hago constar que La Budi podrá ser un perrito mediano, pero lo que tiene de tamaño y peso es inversamente proporcional a su valentía, es decir, miedosa y media. Pero no, La Budi no tuvo miedo, ella perseguía una meta: obtener el hueso. El obstáculo: la mamá humana loca que corría tras ella para volverla a agarrar. Y asi fue como vi como La Budi le dio un empujon al perrito negro y le quito el hueso. Quedé tiesa. Obviamente, mi perrihija, criada en casa, es más malandra que los perros de calle, una ladrona de medias profesionales, que con hueso en boca continuó corriendo por su vida (porque en este punto me esta volviendo loca).

¿Perdí los estribos, la racionalidad y todo? totalmente. En mi cabeza solo estaba que podía venir un carro. Aquí se me encendió el bombillo y empecé a gritar llamando a Rafael y corrió a ayudarme. No solo corrió a ayudarme, corrió conmigo detrás de La Budi, buscando cercarla. Creo que corrimos unos 10 minutos intentando atraparla. Por un lado, mi budi se veía tan feliz corriendo libre como el viento, por el otro me daba pánico que un carro viniera o perderla porque ella ese hueso no lo iba a soltar.

Cuando ya estaba que no podia mas y solo quedaba sentarme a llorar de la desesperación (porque hasta en el piso me tire para que ella se acercara, pero el bendito hueso era más importante), logramos cercarla y la agarre por la agarradera para poder llevarla a casa. Mientras recorremos el camino de la vergüenza, porque ahí perdí todo: el glamour, la pena, electrolitos, creo que hasta kilos por todo lo que corrí, le preguntaba a La Budi que que necesidad habia de esto, si ella come pollito en la casa y ese perrito no.

_{Así quedo luego de la carrera por el hueso}

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Nos encontramos con varios vecinos que bajaron por mis gritos y querían ver si todo estaba bien. Llegamos a casa con la lengua de corbata, destruidas (más yo que Buda) a contarle a su abuela todo lo acontecido. Cabe acotar que tuve que salir al día siguiente a ver que super correa podía comprarle para no volver a pasar por esto.

P.D: el sabado sali con mi mamá y le señalo al perrito negrito y se nos acerco. Me quedo viendo con cara juzgona y sentí que me pregunto: ¿Dónde dejaste a la roba huesos?

Espero se hayan reído con mi historia, necesitaba terminar de desahogarme y que alguien se riera conmigo de las ocurrencias de La Budi.

Gracias por leerme
Con cariño, G.

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English

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Hi hivers!💜

I came to unburden my bad time: Buddha's leash broke and she ran. Today I will tell it in a jocular way, but at that moment I wanted to cry, it only came to my mind that she could be run over by a car or that she could leave and not catch her, because realistically Buda is a medium-sized dog of about 20 kilos, who runs like hell, she has certain characteristics that make her special: she is gossipy and she loves stray dogs.

_{This is La Budi, who, although seen as flirtatious at the time, has a dark side.}

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The characters in this story are: Buda (who we will nickname "La Budi" because of how bad she behaved), the little black dog, Rafael (the best neighbor), and me, the desperate dog mom. It all starts on our afternoon walk (which is between 4:30pm and 5:30pm). For me it's the mental health walk, for her it's the walk to see her doggy and human friends. The Budi has a chest strap that they call anti-halon, which even has a handle where I can lift her like a suitcase and a leash with a tensioner so that I can carry her and not be dragged by her (she drags me anyway because she gets all excited).

We take our normal tour. She greeted her human friends and her stray doggy friends, among which was the bigoton doggy and the black doggy. It happens, it happens and it happens that black dog came back with us to our building. We greeted and talked for a while with our friend Rafael.

_{We still don't understand how he got out}

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We continued the walk and the little black dog had already gone ahead. This was the last stretch of the walk, it is a large parking lot that is somewhat fenced but not totally. Here began the crux of the matter: La Budi saw in the distance the little black dog grabbing a bone that he found and pulled very hard and the leash came off and in my head it sounded: "And he leftooooo and I call his boat libertaaaaad" and La Budi ran, and I called her but no, La Budi had a goal: to get that bone.

_{La Budi, professional stocking thief}

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I note that La Budi may be a medium-sized dog, but her size and weight are inversely proportional to her bravery, that is to say, fearful and average. But no, La Budi wasn't afraid, she was pursuing a goal: to get the bone. The obstacle: the crazy human mom who ran after her to catch her again. And that's how I saw how La Budi gave the little black dog a push and took the bone away. I was stiff. Obviously, my home-raised puppy is more badass than the street dogs, a professional sock thief, who with bone in mouth continued to run for her life (because at this point it's driving me crazy).

I lost my temper, rationality and everything? totally. All I could think about was that a car might come. Here the light bulb went on and I started to scream calling Rafael and he ran to help me. He not only ran to help me, he ran with me behind La Budi, trying to surround her. I think we ran for about 10 minutes trying to catch her. On the one hand, my Budi looked so happy running free like the wind, on the other hand I was panicking that a car would come or lose her because she was not going to let go of that bone.

When I was at my wits end and the only thing left to do was to sit down and cry out of desperation (because I even threw myself on the ground so that she would come closer, but the blessed bone was more important), we managed to get her close and I grabbed her by the handle so I could take her home. While we walked the path of shame, because there I lost everything: glamour, shame, electrolytes, I think even kilos for all that I ran, I asked La Budi what was the need for this, if she eats chicken in the house and that little dog does not.

_{This is what it looked like after the race for the bone.}

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We met several neighbors who came downstairs because of my screams and wanted to see if everything was ok. We arrived home with our tongues hanging out, destroyed (more me than Buddha) to tell her grandmother everything that had happened. It should be noted that I had to go out the next day to see what super leash I could buy her to avoid going through this again.

P.S.: Saturday I went out with my mom and she pointed to the little black dog and approached us. She looked at me with a judgmental look on her face and I felt like she was asking me: Where did you leave the bone-stealer?

I hope you laughed with my story, I needed to finish venting and that someone laughed with me at La Budi's witticisms.

Thank you for reading me
With love, G..