A few days ago I left my home and saw this dog running down the road. He was excited and I though he lived nearby. The next day I saw him running behind a truck, following the voice of those inside. Yesterday night Marce and I found him alone in the same road. We concluded that he was lost and, as we had just bought food for Ada, we gave him a little. He was starving and cold so we took him home. It was difficult convincing him to get in the house but at the end we did it. To continue the tradition, we named him after Sir Frederic Bartlett, Fred for the friends.
Last night they slept together and this morning he was extremely… happy. After a good clean up and a walk, Ada and he played for a while. She was, as always, the dominatrix.
It caught me unprepared and I didn’t know what was it about until the end, but I didn’t care that it was a commercial spot. Maybe it was because the nostalgia that comes down on me once in a while, or because the colombian vistas, or maybe it was that song sung in that way, the fact is that I loved it. It is a gorgeous mini-movie that, by chance, ended up associated to a trademark.
And the song (originally by Celia Cruz) goes something like this:
I look for you lost in dreams,
the noise of the crowd wraps me in a veil.
I look for you flying in the sky,
the wind has swept you away like an old handkerchief.
And I do nothing else than search
in places so strange
that I cannot find you.
Mi first choice was Hypatia but that name is reserved for the cat, so she remained nameless for a few hours. The abandoned mutt with a head wound, two months old, dehydrated, flea-ridden and with a few ticks was anonymous from the moment I found her abandoned near the car to half hour after the vet cleaned her up, injected her antibiotics, wrote a prescription and gave us advice.
It had to be the name of a mathematician and a woman.
Meet Ada Augusta.