Green or not green? That is the question

How ecological I’m? Well, it could say that not too much. I really don’t care a lot from the environment but I try to don’t contribute to the progressive destruction of the planet (jajaja so dramatic!)

In the brightside, in my house, we don’t use any chimney or something like that, so we don’t expulse a lot of carbon dioxide to the planet.  Another thing that concerned a lot in my house is the energy’s consume, even if is not for ecological reasons, there are always someone worry that the lights or electrical appliances don’t be turn on when no one is using them, or for example we don’t open the freezer all the time unless is necessary.

Also, we don’t use so much our car, my dad never goes to the work in it, neither my mom (although is for economical reasons), is only used when it requires. I for my part, whenever I can I go to the university or anywhere I have to go in my bike, it makes me feel good with myself and I feel like I’m doing something good for the environment.

We unfortunately don’t have the habit to recycle, the garbage it’s not classified or anything, we neither use to recycle glass or cardboard.  What we do use to do is gave all our old clothes, so it can be re used and don’t contribute to increases the trash on the planet.

In general I can say that I’m not really a fully commitment person with the environment, but I do try to not be another burden for the planet

In Honor to Rambito

Hello! Well my story is really sad. I had a little doggy call Rambito jajajjaj… yes yes I know it’s not a very original or appropriate name for a dog, it makes to think in a killer dog or something like that, but the truth is that was an adorable and inoffensive little dog. He doesn’t even was of race, but to my eyes it was the most lovely stray dog ever.

When he came to my house it was a little ball of fur that walks all over the place and mess everything.  By then, me and my brothers were still little children and played whit him all the time. We teach to him all kind of trucks, to run over the ball, to catch old cloth from impossible places and stuffs like that. He always had energy to play whit us.

One time he made me spend a huge scare. This doggy doesn’t know how to walk on the street; he was too crazy and wild. In one of his frenetic runs he was crushed by a car, He lived! Don’t worry, but he was seriously injured and I had to care him for a long time.

After all of that, I remember that I go out for a walk with him whenever I could. But as I was growing up, I  was forgotten the little dog every time even more to the point that sometimes in the last time the poor doggy was so lonely in the backyard just waiting for a visit from us.

The thing is that my little doggy was getting old and we don’t even note this. He walks more difficultly with the pas of time until he just stop walk at all and just lie down all day and we had to feed him and gave him water.

To finish quickly, we had to put to sleep my doggy for medical reasons and it was really really sad for all my family.