“Benito, drop that!” “Benito, get out of there!” “Benito, wait!” "Benito, let go!" “Benito, that's not your food!…”

And he gives me the dog's attention. He runs and destroys everything he wants, he eats his food, the cat's food and whoever's stands in front of him. He barks, he screams, he breaks down screaming on the balcony, he pushes the doors, he walks on two legs...

Ahhhh, but when the oven is not ready for cupcakes, when he knows that what is going to fall on him is a May 20, that is when I tell him:

And he doesn't raise his ears until I remember.
I had to get tough, because then I walk around the building in disrepute. Like that time, when he rushed to the neighbors' house, he came in, and without reason or shame he began to do "that" to the neighbor's leg. I, ashamed, having just moved, told him: “Benito Gabriel, come home!!!”
I apologized, embarrassed with the neighbor. And she, perhaps not knowing what to say, added:
“Boys do what they see”

Cosas de perros

“Benito, suelta eso!” “Benito, sal de ahí!” “Benito, espérate!” “Benito, suelta!” “Benito, esa no es tu comida!….”

Y me hace el caso del perro. Corre y desbarata a sus anchas, se come su comida, la del gato y la que se le pare delante. Ladra, chilla, se bota gritando en el balcón, empuja las puertas, camina en dos patas…

Ahhhh, pero cuando el horno no está para pastelitos, cuando sabe que lo que va a caer encima es un 20 de mayo, es cuando le digo:

Y no para las orejas hasta que yo me acuerde.
He tenido que ponerme durito, porque luego ando desprestigiado por todo el edificio. Como aquella vez, en la que salió disparado para la casa de los vecinos, entró, y sin son ni ton empezó a hacer “aquello” en la pierna de la vecina. Yo, apenado, recién mudado le dije: “Benito Gabriel, dale pa la casa!!!”
Me disculpé, avergonzado con la vecina. Y ella, quizás sin saber qué decir, agregó:
“Los muchachos hacen lo que ven”