Raquety, mi perro cazador
Recuerdo el día cuando nació mi pequeño Raquety. No vino solo al mundo, sus tres hermanos que lo antecedieron, eran fuertes, osados, vivaces; él, pequeño y temeroso, nadie lo quería, aunque su color blanco con manchas negras (como Cachipay, su padre), lo hacían hermoso. Tenía el pelo largo y crespo (como Marbella, su madre).
Una vez destetados a los tres meses, fueron adoptados por amigos, quienes se ponían a escoger, pero siempre echaban a un lado al "escuincle"; viendo el "desprecio" por esa criaturita cariñosa, les rogué a mis padres para quedármelo, con su anuencia, Raquety pasó a ser parte de la familia y un solo, tenía a su disposición cuatro hermosos pezones pletóricos de rica y abundante leche, que él disfrutaba a plenitud.
Tanto Cachipay como Marbella, eran los acompañantes infalibles de mi padre cuando iba de cacería, no podían verlo haciendo sus aparejos, porque ya estaban ellos dando saltos y moviendo la cola, demostrando su disposición de salir en búsqueda de alguna presa en la montaña. Al llegar, no importaba el animal cazado, mi padre lo exponía para que el pequeño lo viera y aprendiera a reconocer y diferenciar los olores de las diferentes presas cazadas, sea un cochino de monte, un armadillo, lapa, chigüiro o venado (entre muchos de gran abundancia en nuestras extensas tierras), incluso algunas aves.
Al principio, por lo pequeño, Raquety debía quedarse en contra de su voluntad, pero ya un poco mayor, era un tercer acompañante. Él salía de primero juguetón con sus padres, pero cuando de perseguir o desenterrar de sus cuevas se tratara, era muy activo y diligente.
La vida en el campo se desarrollaba sin resentimiento ni sobreexplotación contra la naturaleza, el campesino tomaba lo que ella le brindaba y le retribuía con amarla y resguardarla de incendios y devastaciones, siempre preservando el equilibrio. La cacería no se daba por alevosía, sino por la misma causa, pero siempre cuidando que la fauna no pereciera o se pusiese en peligro de extinción a alguna especie.
Raquety tomó con tal pasión su "trabajo", que a veces, cuando había abundante proteína animal, se hacían largas treguas, pero su inquietud lo llevaba a aventurarse solo por esos montes y fueron varias las ocasiones en que llegó a casa con un pequeño espécimen o algún ave descuidada si se ponía a su alcance; incluso, algún pez que confiado doraba sus costillas al sol. Casi siempre coincidía con momentos de escasez de carne.
My hunting dog, Raquety
I remember the day when my little Raquety was born. He did not come into the world alone, his three brothers before him were strong, daring, and lively. Raquety, on the contrary, was small and afraid, no one loved him, although his white color with black spots (like Cachipay, his father) made him beautiful, and his hair was long and frizzy (like Marbella, his mother).
Once weaned at the age of three months, they were adopted by friends, who would choose, but always threw aside the 'escuincle', seeing the 'disdain' for that affectionate little creature, I begged my parents to keep him, with their consent, Raquety became part of the family and only one, he had at his disposal four beautiful nipples full of rich and abundant milk, which he enjoyed to the fullest.
Cachipay and Marbella, were my father's infallible companions when he went hunting, they could not see him doing his rigging, because they were already jumping and wagging their tails, demonstrating their willingness to go out in search of prey in the mountains. Upon arrival, no matter the animal hunted, my father would expose it for the little one to see it and learn to recognize and differentiate the smells of the different prey hunted, whether it was a wild pig, an armadillo, a macaw, a chigüiro or deer (among many of great abundance in our extensive lands), even some birds.
In the beginning, because of his small size, Raquety had to stay against his will, but when he was a little older, he was a third companion. At first, he was playful with his parents, but when it came to chasing or digging out of his caves, he was very active and diligent.
Life in the countryside developed without resentment or overexploitation against nature, the farmer took what she gave him and repaid him by loving her and protecting her from fires and devastation, always preserving the balance. Hunting was not done with malice aforethought, but for the same cause, but always taking care that the fauna did not perish or put any species in danger of extinction.
Raquety took his 'work' with such passion, that sometimes, when there was abundant animal protein, long truces were made, but his restlessness led him to venture alone in those mountains, and there were several occasions when he came home with a small specimen or some careless bird if it came within his reach; even some fish that confidently gilded its ribs in the sun. It almost always coincided with times of scarcity of meat.
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Edición hecha por Rincón Poético.
El texto esta escrito originalmente en español.
La traducción esta hecha con el traductor DeepL
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