Tara is my darling.
Oct.20-th., 2001 she was born.
Dec.25-th., 2001 she has definitelly meddled to our life.
She's the most important member of family, society and community. She wretch is not human, that's maybe reason why I love her so
much.
She is the bonniest, worthiest, most beautiful and silliest doggie. But little Chris Robin told also that Poo is silly
bear only and he liked him very much - "Little Chriss Robin went downstairs that day, holding Poo-bear's hinders paw in
his hand and Poo-bear's head impinges at stairs ding and dong and again ding and again dong."
We go walking outside and you can't belive how much little pathways we've found in our neighbourhood. During those ten
years before Tara (b.T.) I knew completely about two and now after two years with Tara (a.T.) I know them about two hundred more.
I go walking with Tara mainly to pub for beer, but sometimes we are able to pass more kilometers, sometimes we even jog
them.
So, we jog rather by "Indian run", it means, if anybody doesn't know, half walk, half run, but when I think about it,
our jogging should be rather called as Indy-Indian run or maybe Indo-Indy-Indian run, simply I start to run, get out of
breathe after fifty meters and then I shamble about kilometer.
But I endure much more when jogging down the hill.
First when Tara had short legs I overrun her easily.
Now it is much worth, she has her legs much longer and because of it she first started to run down me and then she overruns
me or more likely she starts running, stops it and's waiting for me compassionatelly.
Every morning when going to work Tara waves to me together with her Master-Lady - they opens balcony door, Tara pops her
one front leg to railing and waves to me by her second one.
In summer we swim over lake - she is a water-dog after me, first she didn't want to step into water, but then, she, gladly,
had to acknowledge that swimming is funny and now one hour (and all family in water swimming out of shore) is enough to
persuade her to step into water and swim to us.
She is so scared to lose us that she really overcome herself and step into water. She swims really fast - I'm almost
slower then she but I have an advantage that I can swim underwaterly and therefore I can fall away.
At her swimming would independent observer recognize mainly two stared eyes that Tara uses for drawing up the shore back.
Tara is so inconsistent - on one side she looks tragical, on other side she, like most dalmatians (but only dalmatians,
no other dog race can't do it), can smile when she's happy that she finally sees me. She does quik quik and WOW... WOW... .
Besides review yourself.
Tara's tragicality maybe originates in her excessive fixation on human kennel. She doesn't join to dogs from house too
much, one (fox-hound) is too small for her and other (sheep-dog) is too big for her and he is attempting only ONE thing
while Tara would prefer to talk each other (though she would twist off her head back).
The only help for her should be to procure for her a help equal to her, but her Master-Lady doesn't want to hear
anything about it.
Will we persuade her? Kids! We will persuade her! Per-su-ade HEEER !!!
But in this case you would write her in plentiful number to know which is Vox Populli.
We can't to estop the nature and let doggie life filled from three quarters only (walk, food, bed and ...).
What's as a matter of fact the story of her name?
She is exactly not mine.
My son have wished from time he saw a movie "101 dalmatians" to own a dalmatian.
So he has everything with dalmatian look - pen, school-bag, towel, stickers, pile carpets a.s.o. but not a live dog.
Pshaw! It's not possible, there already are two dogs in our house.
Once there appear a chance how to buy a dalmatian for good price and even a rest of house inhabitants was not against
it on condition the dog will be female.
Deal was done and for Christmass 2001 was dog readdy and packed under Christmass tree (BTW, when son saw her under tree,
binded up with ribbon, he was first almost offended that he wished a dog not a pile carpet, (she was very restful,
didn't move, so she didn't spoil the fun), then, when a pile carpet started running to him, he recognized his mistake
and he felt like crying).
She had no name so far. I as a family brain thought about it and thought out the name DARA, understable - shortcut DA-RA,
as DAlmatian for RAdek (that's a son's name).
My Fawn didn't like it at all - the name was too hard for her so she soften it to TARA.
We use a lot of name for her - like Little Tara, dog, doggie or dookkie.
Sometimes we call her as Beast, once she ate up full plate of gulps together with their wooden picks (but, then, I have
to confess, she fairly returned everything including the picks after an hour).
Tara has a chronical begginity (from "to beg"), you'll find reliably her head with stared eyes on your thigh in case you
have something to the mouth. She's following everybody, wheedles and asks something.
Small kids title her as "Suusch schmaall little daalmatiaan" or they eventually attribute: Balled Dog (adwise for
olders and advanced: children has smaller word-reserve so what we adults call as a spot they call as wheel, smaller
among them as a ball (for them there is nothing less then 3 dimensions, it is for them redundant to remember names of 2
dimensional objects, which as matter of fact doesn't exist anyhow)).
What next to tell about dalmatians: Don't you know what is origin of the patches?
At one time, when God let originally black people to wash themselves in whitening lake, first came in reach people and they
washed themselves to white.
Water in lake started be rather dirty and middle class (today's Asians, Hispanians and Indies) washed themselves not to white
but to yellow, brown and red. Poor blackmen came last, in time when naughty Hispanians splashed all water around and left only a puddle
on bottom, where blackmen could only dip their palms and soles - that's why blackmen until today has palms and soles white whether
all rest of their bodies remains black.
Well, and their dogs - richmen's dogs could wash themselves with richs - but there was only few of them, that's why only
few today's dogs are pure white. And those has to pay for their old advance - they leads blind-men today. Most of dogs belonged
to middle-class people and they washed with their masters. That's why most today's dogs are rather colored. Black dogs didn't
get to water - or they scared of water.
Dalmatians belonged to "rich dogs", so they washed themselves to pure white. But they, instead to leave a lake after bath,
stayed at water and looked around what' going on. That happened fatal to them - black dogs came and when they found there is
no water for them, they splashed at least dirty water from puddles to dalmatians - and water made black patches on
dalmatians.
And when on their bodies, so everywhere.
Tara f.e. has black patches not only on her hair but also on her skin under hair, on her gums and teeth (? - I'm joking, pathes
are only on those spoiled teeth) and even on her claws - those are normally black but to patches be seen - some claws are
white. Don't you believe me?
Maybe you are surprised that our pages aren't named as www.tara.cz.
You know I had such idea as a default, but I was late, the domain was already reserved by ValMez knockers.
What an idea to name a factory according a dog !?!?
You see everything is possible in Czech, I'm looking forward in future for Wolfie Detroit, Max Manchester or Ajax
Sollingen.
Regarding those hobbies - so what I just like:
biteing doggie to his tail when going walking around and doing him Macocha (!!! don't you know what Macocha is ??? ...gah...)
girls (what about Madonna, Sharon Stone, Sandra Bullock (regards Zbygna), Meg Ryan or Alanis Morissette!?)
taking friends be surprised by me
swimming (underwaterly, jumply or surfly)
biking (except that bruised scrottum)
motor-biking (on very small motor-bike)
creating of virtual reality (f.e. like photo of myself in water together with croco a.s. and I flounder to my knees,
how I confused them)
chilly summer morning
Israel
listening to the music (Alanis Morissette, Duran Duran, Garbage)
taking snaps, shooting videos, recording and creating music (also I sing beautifully when there is nobody
hearing me, f.e. that wellknown SSSSuddenleee)
normalizing (developing a system in things)
archiving (writings, pictures, sounds, videos)
reading (hope you know Conspiracy of Dumbs, Zazi at Undergroud (Who smells here so bad???) or at least Literary
Lapses)
watching The Simpsons, Twin Peaks and SouthPark
Rowan Atkinson and Leslie Nielsen
beer drinking (deep cooled), wine (cold red dry Cabernet Sauvignon), whisky (single mold please (but stay quiet
I don't recognize it anyhow))
making myself too clever (f.e. do you know what color is human eye most sensitive to - think you don't, I do -
for yellow-green color 560nm (or even 650? those newton-meters or what their name is))
Well and what I don't like:
communists
stupidity, dullness, foxiness, see item above
officials
law intrications
dill sauce, green beans, gristles and bones
thiefs and violators - I would like break them down their faces and steal them their mobile phones
Arabic bigots
Witnesses of Jehova (Watch Tower)
I have a wife , she is pretty and kind and then I have two chits at age of 12 and 11 years (calibration done in year 2004).
We also have great-grandmother, 2 grandmothers, grandy, mummy, daddy, daughter and son.
Then we have also aunt, 2 uncles, brother- and sister-in-law, but they poors live in cellar.
Then we have a lot of friends, who love us and when they invites us, we will eat and drink them
everything up.
Especially I drink a lot, beer, wine, whisky...
As I have time to time some birthdays, I'm listing, for the case that anybody wanna be inspired, a list of presents I
would like to get:
digital camera, best Canon EOS300D (the cheapest reflex camera)
middle class mobile phone, f.e. Vertu (if I could ask I would prefer titanium cover)
home cinema set (there was no need to partition it into smaller items), f.e. DVD player Harmann Kardonn
DVD-Audio, SACD, AV Receiver Harmann Kardon 8.2 THX, Speakers Genesis 8.2 THX, projector Sony ProView 2:1, 3800 ANSI
Lumen, 2400x1200, including canvas 6x3m with automated run up
laptop Toshiba Centrino 4GHz, 20" OleLCD display including GPS, Iridium, GPRS, HDSCD, Wi-Fi, Blue-Tooth and
Blue-Ray drive
some plebeian car, f.e. Mitsubishi Lancer Evo IV. WRC in caravan design
garage with gate door automatically controled by retinal code
instalation of garage into the slope under the house
motorcycle Harley-Davidson, I'll take myself surprised about the model
hair, colour jet-black, type Cooper (in Czech cuprina)
liposuction, thereabouts 10kg
muscles, type Arnold, 20kg
private island (empty), best somewhere near, may be close Green Cap
private Cesna (to get there)
Thanks for your understanding.
I define myself as introverted exhibitionist.
I'll tell you such curriculum, vitae? So that I was born first in line, ... well, don't anybody think that here in this
first line.
I was born in March 5th., 1969 (thanx for congratulations) and I didn't quess it at all.
I was thinking for my affairs and sssudddenly a birth of some man came into it, and what a surprise it was me...
It took me breath away.
But I was screaming - to my mother - tell me please WHY? If there already was something between us, maybe something
through our house... (thanx Ludek - L.S.N.D.è.6).
