IN MEMORY OF EL GRINGO

IN MEMORY of EL GRINGO Birthdate:unknown - Passed: December 25, 2003 Sent a note of compassion to Barbara
My Story by El Gringo, rescued bichon Hola Amigos! Gringo aqui. So you wan my story, eh? Well, you see, I used to live in Ensenada, Mexico. That is where I was "found". I had no home, but the nice women and the childrens would give me foods. The hombres, though, you gotta watch out. Those mens run me off and be mean to me. So there I was in Mexico and I had no home really. I just lived in the streets and I ate little birds. I am berry good at catching the little birds, that is mucho exciting, let me tell you! So these pipple in Mexico tried to take care of me. Wan nice lady even let me in her casa. But I ate her bird in the cage and she made me leave...So then these other pipple took me in. They like me mucho but they no let me inside. So I be sleeping in the mud. And then the fence was not so small so I could squeeze out anytime and go my own way. It was not berry safe I quess, but I didn't mind so much. Then these pipples grown up son and his wife from the USA came to visit and this wife, Sandra, she feels berry sorry for me because I was berry skinny and look horrible she says. So Sandra talks her husband into bringing me to USA with them. Next thing, Sandra takes me to thees place called the "bet" and they shave my face all around my eyes because I have so many boogers there. Except for that and being so skinny,the bet says I am healthy. Already I feel better because these nice pipple have kids. Kids I like - they always carry me around and feed me stuff. Me... I like to be carry, it makes me relax! Don ask me why. Then Sandra wants to take me to a groomer to fix me to look good. But she is afraid some groomer will shave all my hairs off and make me look skinny and ugly. So she finds this ad in the jello pages for "Transformation Pet Health Center" whish says "Matted dogs and cats a specialty." She calls the lady, but aye yi yi, this lady wans mucho dinero to fix me. Sandra no has this kind of money for thees project. She tells the lady the story about Mexico and the lady says, "why don't you just let me do him, we'll forget about the money." Sandra takes me to the Transformation place and that lady, Barbara, spend half a day and fix me good. I was berry patient, cause I didn't want to get put out in the street or something. USA!
Well Sandra loved me and her kids did too, but she had this old old schnauzer dog that I did not love so much. Why she need this old thing when now she has me? I boss that dog alot and he got real uncomfortable. Just when that old schnauzer was about to leave home or up and die, Sandra calls the groomer lady and is crying. "It's not working out", she sobs, "can you help me find another home for this little dog." I could not believe my ears... I felt so bad I licked Sandra's tears and that made her cry more and more. So they take me to Transformation again. This time everybody crying. By the end of the day the Transformation lady she wants me herself. So now I came to live with Mamacita Barbara. Next day she takes me to be "neutered". What a price to pay for the USA! One more part to this story: Sandra's husband is Jorge, who is a holistic doctor, berry berry good. Jorge helps my new Mama Barbara with acupuncture treatments and good advice about her health which is not so great. And he never charges her any $$ because she gives that old schnauzer a nice haircut all the time.		WEEP NOT FOR ME .... Weep not for me though I am gone Into that gentle night Grieve if you will, but not for long Upon my soul's sweet flight. I am at peace, my soul's at rest\| There is no need for tears. For with your love I was so blessed For all those many years. There is no pain, I suffer not, The fear now all is gone. Put now these things out of your thoughts, In your memory I live on. Remember not my fight for breath Remember not the strife Please do not dwell upon my death, But celebrate my life. By Consta Jenkins
I love my Mamacita, Barbara!!		In Mexico, my name was "Chikis" whish means "little guy". But my friend on the Internet, Donna Cleverdon, who is berry intellihente, said "Call him Gringo". "Gringo" in Mexico means "white guy" (from USA). So now I am a "Gringo". All you groomers are mis amigos, because you mean so much to mi mamacita. She loves you, so I do too. Your friend, *Gringo*
El Gringo Stories

Dearest Gringo . . . . . We've loved life with you, we've laughed with you, we've cried with you. Your presence and stories have given our lives a wonderful extra dimension ... and we thank you for sharing so much of yourself with the world. May your sweet spirit now know eternal peace. Amen
	Send a Note of Compassion to Barbara