Om/about Stina

Om Stina.
Det är märkvärdigt hur bortskämda hundar kan bli. Stina har blivit svår med torrfodret och väntar in i det längsta med att något smakligare ska serveras i matskålen. Igår när hon märkte att jag började laga middag, (händer inte varje dag), då passade hon på att äta upp allt torrfoder som legat i matskålen ett par dagar. (Hon har då ätit annan smakligare mat i en annan matskål). Hon vet att ibland om hon inte ätit upp så får hon inga godsaker. Hennes hörsel är så upptränad så hon förstår att det är korv eller kött, jag tar ut från frysen och ur den prasslande plastpåsen. Mätt på torrfodret gick hon sedan och lade sig, hon drog sig undan och spelade ointresserad, när doften av stekt korv fyllde bottenvåningen. Hon bärgade sig till jag ätit upp och sparat restbitar och skurit upp dem och lagt i matskålen. Då behövde man minsann inte vänta eller truga i henne maten!

About Stina.
It is remarkable how spoiled dogs can become. Stina has become difficult with the dry fodder and waits in the long run for something more tasty to be served in the food bowl. Yesterday when she noticed that I was starting to cook dinner, (does not happen every day), then she took the opportunity of eating up all the dry food that had been in the food bowl for a few days. (She has eaten other tasty food in another food bowl in between). She knows that sometimes if she hasn’t eaten up, she gets no goodies. Her hearing is so trained so she understands that it is sausage or meat I take out from the freezer and out of the rustling plastic bag. Full on the dry fodder, she then went and lay down, she stayed away and played uninterested, when the scent of fried sausage filled the ground floor. She was patient until I had eaten up and saved leftovers and cut them up and put them in the food bowl. Then you didn’t have to wait or urge her eating the food!

Translation partly with the help of Google Translate

Författare: Sven Johansson

My parents sent me to England, 5 weeks 1965, in the Summer, to participate in an English language-course, in the very neat town of Exmouth. Even though I had the best point in English from the gymnasium, I realise my English will never be perfect. This guy is 69 years of age this Summer. He has been writing political, religious, and many other topics since 1980. He believed he had important things to tell. Because he is un-known to most people, it proves that the world is ruled by the same "sort of gang".