Tisón

The infamous cocker spaniel, that resides under the kitchen table. Though small in size, his character is not one to be ignored.  Each meal I find him tightly tucked under the kitchen table, anticipating his next meal or meals as I have observed.  If the chairs are too close in distance, we are ordered by Luz to move so that Tisón can respectfully take his seat under la mesa.  "¿Cuántos años tiene?" -How old is he
"Cinco." I look down at his cloudy blue eyes and grey mustache and chuckle to myself.  This dog is not five.  He wears a grey sweater, with three white bones stitched horizontally along the attire. His tail, though cropped, wags relentlessly when requiring attention. His eyes droop with sadness, a dog's greatest asset in acquiring food, and his breath is horrendous, unlike any other that I have encountered.  Though feminine in appearance, one cannot help but notice a set of cojones located between his legs, and naturally being the curious george that I am,  conjured up the question to Luz: 


"Tu perro tiene cojones, por qué?" She laughed until she had to call Jesus out for help.  I went on to explain that it is rare to see  a dog with its "assets" in the states, fearing a set of puppies under your bed. 

... and with that being said we began our discussion of american dogs vs. european dogs.