Wolfs

 

Story

Defense and Combat dogs

Gypsy Road

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be. Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze. Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege. Talk about your freedom. I'll take you where I think it is. Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to. Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams. Oh oh oh, Gypsy road. Living by my own rules. A rebel yell and a rebel creed. Keep your life simple. Try not to take what you don't need. Think about your freedom. Dream a little every day. Suddenly you'll find yourself there. Follow me. Walk this way.  I'll find my dreams. You find yours too.

Gypsy

So I'm back to the Velvet Underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Do-do-do-do And it all comes down to you Well, you know that it does well Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice Oh, and it lights up the night And you see your gypsy You see your gypsy To the gypsy that remains She faces freedom with a little fear I have no fear, have only love And if I was a child And the child was enough Enough for me to love Enough to love She is dancing away from you now She was just a wish She was just a wish And her memory is all that is left for you now You see your gypsy, oh You see your gypsy, ooh-ooh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice) (And it all comes down to you) ooh-oh And it all comes down to you (Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice) (And it all comes down to you) oh-oh I still see your, your bright eyes, bright eyes (And it all comes down to you

Going Nowhere

I was looking back on my life And all the things I've done to me I'm still looking for the answers I'm still searching for the key The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The road to nowhere leads to me Through all the happiness and sorrow I guess I'd do it all again Live for today and not tomorrow It's still the road that never ends The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The road to nowhere leads to me Ah-ah, ah-ah The road to nowhere's gonna pass me by Ah-ah, ah-ah I hope we never have to say goodbye I never wanna live without you, yeah The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The road to nowhere leads to me The road to nowhere leads to me The road to nowhere leads to me You got, you got, you got to lead to me The road to nowhere leads to me You got, you got, you got to lead to me You got, you got, you got to lead to me Oh, the road to nowhere

Hurt, disoriented and lost.

Got lost for some reason. Was left on the road by his owners. Someone thought that you could take care of him. A police or an army dog, injured. From another country, a combat dog, a spy, left on polish territory by his owner. One thing is sure, you caught him on a road, alone, injured, down. Does he speak polish or any other language. Does he and how does he answer to you, to your words and commands´ 

Older, maybe 5 6 years old, maybe more, trained and stronger.

Friend of a friend, enemy of an enemy.

Road To Hell

Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding Like a swirling vulture on your face Every hour the unseen rays devour Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind Father, forgive me my sins Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets Brave new world of secret fantasy That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill Price for failure of your will Father, forgive us our sins 'Cause we're all the junkies who never can win The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets Father, forgive me my sins Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Parody of hope is the one that I must kill We all have to live with our family inventions Travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets

You don´t know the dog, his story, from where and from who he came from. His personality, and his  behavior in certain places and circumstances, with people and other dogs. 

Being separated from each other with you in the middle of them, and being taking care in different ways, well, it divide and separates them. Two dogs, strange to each other. So, there´s some confusion and tension between them. Some feelings, many kind of feelings, tension and jealousy between them, a trigger to conflicts. 

Atlas doesn´t know you, you don´t know him. You were receptive but you´re reticente, with one foot back and the other forward. Atlas was left, got lost, is hurt physically and psychically, is in a strange land with a strange girl, which has the girl that rescue him and has been taking care of him. And that was and is the whole world for him, in this tempestuous time of his life. He has nobody else but that girl, you, no other home but your home.

 

Vilk, my girl with a strange guy, who´s this guy´ I don´t like it, that is not good, not at all. Vilk makes his position, stands to defend the girl he likes, the girl that he has been living with since he was born. His girl, his mom, a mom that he did not had, ´cause he was taken when he was only three month old, by a little girl that was in some how alone, lost, traveling nowhere, living a solitary and nomad life. 

Jealousy

Vilk and Atlas can be friends, but for that they have to be teach that they can be together, be friends, play and live together with you.

Leaving Atlas, for whatever the reasons, less love, ´cause Atlas has touch and beats in your heart, with what happen, what you´ve been through to take care of him and with what you lived so far with him, you like him. You like dogs, even knowing that sometimes has been crazy, of fools, hard to take care, difficult, tiring to take care of a dog and manly you at the same time, many time more of Vilk than of you. Leaving Atlas with another person, family... and moving on with your life. Your life, what´s your life, where do you want to be, what do you want to do and live in your life´

The present moment, not the best life options and choices.  There´s a place, a land, some friends, what more´ There isn´t a dear one and a roof with walls... a real love and a real home.

Is there someone, someone who wants to live and build something there with you´ Someone you would like to be with and with who you could do  and live things´ You don´t have to get married for the third time, but to be and live with someone dear would be good for you and for me.

See his reaction when you put him inside the car. 

Hears down, looks around, deeply, his eyes, his mouth, teeth and breath, and right away turns to the door, to you. He calms down a little because you spoke and cuddle him, he smell and kisses you, then back a little, stands and look again.

The noise of the blowing wind 

Threes, leaves, branches, ground, roots, caves and paths to the center of the earth.

The leaves and branches of the trees is where the devil´s blowing wind sings. Ring the bells and the drums, sing, make him hear you, and then dance with the threes. If the devil walks and appears in front of you and if he talks with you...  ask him if he wants cold coffee´

"according to local lore, its when the devil dance high up in the mountain" and when his demons are walking on the mountain.

Dogs, like other animals, loose some perception and senses of things. Perceptions and senses that they loose because of the noise of the blowing wind. Wind noise that occult other noises, animals and human noises, earthquakes, landslides... The smell too. Animals may smell something but don´t know how far it came from, if it´s near or distant from them. Always on alert, many times murmuring and barking, but in theses cases they only stand up on high level of alert and defense and react aggressively when some animal or person is already on the top of them. The noise of the wind shuffle them, the devil knows it, so, it´s when the devil appears and dance high up on the mountain.

You may question who brings the halny´ Is it the devil´ The local lore´ Animals´ People´ The God of the wind´ God´ Why bring the wind to a place, to a land, at a certain time´ Is there a meaning´ What does the wind do, to nature, to animals and people´ What is the wind´ 

That day someone lit the earth with an amazing orange sunset, and then whisper a halny across the land. You were there, and today, are you still there´ Did the devil take you, or someone else from there´ Blue and red´ Russian´

Autumn, Winter, the fall has arrive. The change of weather.

4th September

Today was a grey day, warm but no sunshine and with african dust in the air.