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Hi! Thanks for stopping by. My name is Domenico. I'm a mutt, or "zato" as they are called in the island of Puerto Rico. I was given that name because I was re-born on Eastern Sunday. Yes, re-born, so much drama even when I was 4 hours born, I gotta talk to Ms. Blije about it. Keep reading.Anyhow, my canine mom "Hope" is from Puerto Rico, where I was born, and my homo-sapiens dad-Karlo rescued me twice. First, while I was still in my mommy's belly, as he rescued her. Second time around? Well, after a few hours of being born dad-Karlo placed me in grandma-Violeta's back terrace and I decided that while they were having lunch I would crawl to a corner where my grandmother had lifted, temporarily, a screen that covered a small hole that lead to a sewer pipe. Yes, the hole was small and so was I. I decided to jump in, hence I was trapped in a pipe that lead to the sewer system for about 10 hours.Dad-Karlo went insane, and those who know him well, know who is in his speed dial buttons... The Post, Daily News, Conde Nast, Hearst, in other words, don't "F" with him, It ain't his first time at the rodeo. Well, this time he called 911 and two rescue brigades came. With some new technology the rescue brigade identified were exactly I was. After a huge hole was drilled into the concrete and after lifting the pipe where I was in, they found me about 2 inches away from one of the pipe's cut. It took about 12 men to work on this project of rescuing me.My dad-Karlo is very thankful to all the men that worked in rescuing me. I was glad to come out of the darkness and loneliness at a such young age. But the trauma of being without my mom for so many hours and the noise of all the drills had a negative impact on my behavior.For many years I was very sensitive to noise and being by myself. I had separation anxiety and when my parents would leave the house I would simply destroy a lot of stuff. Like all expensive accessories I could find from my dad-Karlo and my mommy-Jessica. Shoes, belts, wallets, clippers, shoulder bags... I remember my dad's new "Debut" boots he had just bought in Spain, OMG! My parents handled it with lots and lots of LOVE and patience. I guess they really love me.I could not be strongly reprimanded either, otherwise I would start to shake and become very very nervous. So patiently my dad would explain to me my erratic behavior. After many years of love and compassion I learned. I do not chew or destroy Gucci bags and YSL's shoes anymore. With all the love I've had I've been able to become a different canine with a different attitude.My only sister "Joia" is with my dad's cousin out in the country, she's wild and "quazy". My other two brothers? "Brio," is in Puerto Rico with a woman my dad met at the ASPCA, the other one "Lu" as in "lumiere," is in Boston. Dad-Karlo flew us both to New York and then one of my dad's friend drove to NYC and adopted my brother. My mom, "Hope" stayed in Puerto Rico with grandmother-Violeta.Well, this has been my story in a nutshell. Recently, my mama-Hope died of old age. My dad-Karlo didn't want to tell me, but he has tought me that you have to keep life real. I think mama-Hope is in heaven running on the beach and drinking some coconut water, like in Puerto Rico...or maybe being a simple "perra" like my uncle Miguel from MySpace.We are all happy to have found dad-Karlo. He took care of my mom when she was pregnant, and he has taken lots of care of me. I'm a happy dog that lives in a happy house with my adoptive sister, Pelusa, that is kind of a snob. I have to say that I adore her, she's just older and has a different attitude towards life. But I'll tell you more about her later. What matters the most is that she loves me.Hope you can become my friend and learn that life is filled with HOPE, like in this blog. "Hope," my canine mom. Hope, like the one my dad-Karlo kept while insisting (histerically like Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest)to the rescue team to save my life. Hope and faith like the one that kept me here in this house in my younger years when I was a destroyer.Now dig this. My dad-Karlo tells me that when he feels frustraded or faces a difficult situation he thinks of me. I bring a sense of peace and hope. Now, that's cool.Also, remember to believe "and you shall receive." I believe my dad will buy me some fresh steak and brocolli from "Whole Foods" for dinner. If not, I can always turn back into the old Domenico the destroyer. WOOF!Happy paws, Domenico.
