Greetings dear friends of Hive Pets, it feels good to be back in this nice community. Today the story is not about my beloved dog Muñeca, today the story is about Coco, a puppy that lived in my work place, a big place, where there is a building in the middle of a big land that is not asphalted.

Little by little, some dogs without owners were arriving to this place, first a brown dog that has already had two births, then a black dog appeared, then Coco joined us, he is almost a baby, he has already molted his little teeth and although he is a little tall, you can tell that he is a child, I estimate him to be about 5 months old. Coco's personality is submissive, he has no malice and we even see him a little absent-minded. The people who work there, at least some of them, give affection to these pets, give them water and some food. However, there we also find indifference and many are dressed in their best mistreatment clothes. Coco is friendly with anyone who shows him affection, but as I said, he lacks some malice, perhaps cunning, the other dogs beat him for food, the black one dominated him and he always had a sad look on his face.

In that unpaved land many vehicles arrive, small, big and heavy, one day I found out that a car stepped on him and he could not settle his hind leg, it was very swollen, the coworkers took care of him for his speedy recovery. I was very sad to see those dogs like that, but more to Coco because he was the most helpless, the smallest and since the car stepped on him he looked even sadder. Coco is very innocent and affectionate, which is why I couldn't help but feel very sorry for him. So when it was my turn to go to work I took some perrarina and distributed it among everyone, Coco did not like it very much, maybe he was used to the little homemade food he was given there. However, being hungry led him to eat a little and he was grateful for it.

Then, Canela, a bitch with no manners that dominated all the dogs, arrived to the place, Coco suffered her fury and some bites without consequence. That place was not for him, I would be away for more than a month, so I was worried about Coco. I saw him walking on his three little legs with his sad face, there were the mistreatments of Canela and those cars that came and went, always on the lookout for another accident. He did not eat well and I thought that this would make everything worse, he could get sick, besides, even though he was bathed he always had some bugs, so I thought of taking him home for a few days. With Muñeca there were no problems because she is friendly and I am sure she will accept him without any inconvenience. When I told one of the guys who took care of him the most, he told me that there was no need, that everyone would be looking after him. So, I went on vacation, but at home I was thinking about the sad Coco, that place was definitely not for him, even so I trusted in those words that they told me, "that they would take care of him" .

To my surprise, in just a couple of days the guy who told me he would be taken care of called me on the phone and told me to take him home. Coco needed another environment and better care, he was going to grow up fearful and would not know how to defend himself, he was going to grow up dominated by other dogs and without character. I accepted to bring him home.

Saludos estimados amigos de Hive Pets, que bien se siente estar de vuelta en esta linda comunidad. Hoy la historia no se trata sobre mi querida perrita Muñeca, hoy la historia es sobre Coco, un cachorrito que vivía en mi sitio de trabajo, un lugar grande, donde hay una edificación en medio de un gran terreno que no está asfaltado.

Poco a poco, algunos perros sin dueño fueron llegando a ese lugar, primero una perrita marrón que ya ha tenido dos partos, luego se apareció una negrita, después se incorporó Coco, es casi un bebé, ya mudó sus dientecitos y aunque es algo alto, se nota que es un niño, le calculo unos 5 meses de edad. La personalidad de Coco es sumisa, no tiene nada de malicia y hasta lo vemos un poco despistado. Las personas que trabajan allá, por lo menos algunas, le dan cariño a estas mascotas, les ponen agua y algo de comida. Sin embargo, allí también encontramos indiferencia y muchos se visten con sus mejores prendas de maltrato. Coco es amigable con todo aquel que le hace cariño, pero como ya dije, le falta algo de malicia, astucia quizás, las demás perras le ganaban la comida, la negrita lo dominaba y siempre tenía un semblante triste.

En aquel terreno sin asfaltar llegan muchos vehículos, pequeños, otros grandes y pesados, un día me enteré que un carro lo pisó y no podía asentar su pata trasera, la tenía muy hinchada, los compañeros de trabajo se ocupaban de el para su pronta recuperación. Me daba mucha tristeza ver a esos perros así, pero más a Coco porque era el más desvalido, el más pequeño y desde que el carro lo pisó se veía aún más triste. Coco es muy inocente y cariñoso, razón por la que no pude evitar sentir mucha compasión por el. Así que cuando me correspondía ir a trabajar llevaba perrarina y la repartía entre todos, a Coco no le gustaba mucho, tal vez estaba acostumbrado a la poca comida casera que le daban allí. No obstante, pasar hambre lo llevaba a comer un poco y el lo agradecía.

Luego, al lugar llegó Canela, una perra sin modales que dominaba a todos los perros, Coco sufrió su furia y algunas mordidas sin consecuencia. Aquel lugar no era para el, me faltaba poco para salir de vacaciones y por eso estaría ausente por más de un mes, entonces, me preocupé por Coco. Lo veía caminar en sus tres patitas con su semblante triste, estaban los maltratos de Canela y aquellos carros que entraban y salían, siempre al asecho de otro accidente. No comía bien y pensé que esto empeoraría todo, se podía enfermar, además, aunque lo bañaban siempre tenía algunos bichos, entonces se me ocurrió llevarlo a casa unos días. Con Muñeca no había problemas porque es amigable y se seguro lo aceptará sin ningún inconveniente. Cuando se lo dije a unos de los chicos que más lo cuidada, me dijo que no hacía falta, que allí todos estarían pendiente de el. Entonces, me fui de vacaciones, pero en casa pensaba en el triste Coco, aquel lugar definitivamente no era para el, aún así confié en aquellas palabras que me dijeron, “que lo cuidarían” .

Para mi sorpresa, en tan solo un par de días aquel chico que me dijo que lo cuidarían me llamó por teléfono y me dijo que me lo llevara a casa. Coco necesitaba otro ambiente y mejores cuidados, se iba a criar temeroso y no se iba a saber defender, iba a crecer dominado por otros perros y sin carácter. Acepté traerlo a casa.