TEJERA NEGRA beech forest

(for humans to locate on the map)


I’m Blue, a 5-year-old Yorkshire living in Lavapiés (Madrid)

And what do I do here? Because I am the faithful squire of my Mommy, and she takes me through the world… and let me tell you my stories.

I live in Lavapies, that Madrid neighborhood so modern and multicultural and so scarce of trees, meadows and places to run.

I love the car, I have to confess, as well as I hate the bike, the subway, the bus and the airplanes, the car seems to me the best of human inventions. Why do I love the car? For me the car means freedom, run where I like, smell everything, breathe very clean air, wet the tummy in clear waters, chasing frogs, sniffing for traces of birds, reptiles and those thousand surprises that the forest keeps for someone like me, someone with a sense of smell five hundred times more powerful than my human mommy.

I always know it’s Monday and it’s time to go to the mountain, and I look forward to mum’s calling, “Blue, we’re going to the mountain” and my heart speed up. We left the house, with some pees, of course, and we got to the car. Mom and I alone, almost always, we travel with good music and after a nap the car slows down and the curves begin. There I wake up completely and I walk through the window to smell.

The day of the lizard’s prairies the journey take a little longer.

That day, in addition, came a friend of mommy and I had to travel in the back seat, fortunatelly  when they started the bends she took me in her arms and I could look good to smell everything.

And at last, after a long time, we arrived. Mommy put the leash on me because It seems that it is forbidden for us, the puppies, to run free. Humans are weird, they should wear a leash sometime to know what it feels like.

Running around the meadow by the river, with the leash on, that was a feast of smells: frogs, grasshoppers, small mice… but I could not run after them, and they are ready and escaped me.

Mushrooms like butterflies

Mommy should have been very sorry and as there were no more humans than us, she let me go free.

! The party begins! Smells of animals I don’t even know, although some I found them in the memory of my genes; mushrooms, countless mushrooms with those colors like butterflies ready for dancing, textures, and a small and transparent stream where to look…

The wind, when it blows over the water, seems to refresh the smells, you stop for a moment and the nose begins to perceive.  That oak that is already rotten and shelters thousands of insects, the olfactory traces of the unmistakable passage of a herd of deer, the persistent smell of the fox’s pee, the birds that look at me from the trees of the riverbank, even some burrow of snakes (in that case I hold, I am afraid of snakes, much).

We were all three on a path, following the course of the river, and with that strange day of autumn sun, intense and unexpected heat, even the lizards perched on the stones of the river to sunbathe, the poor soon they will have to hide in their burrows and they were taking advantage of that little gift of the sun.

I do not want to eat the lizards, I really like the food that gives me mommy and taught me not to eat anything she does not give me, but the lizards do not know, poor, and as I approached them they ran out to hide. Just the game that I like the most! Play Chasing! Well, they do not chase me, but I think they understand that I’m harmless and they run off and a few stones are waiting for me.

A whole party… But of course, Mommy and her friend are not so enthusiastic about running behind lizards, so after sitting for a while letting me play, they whistled me to get me back on the “good road”. ´

Spider web or an impossible toy

We found something very, very weird: a spider’s web full of droplets of dew. Upsetting, on the one hand the smell of spiders and mosquitoes, but above, as if for dessert, a smell of beech rain.

They did not let me in to sniff, I could break the spider’s work for a long time and that’s “cruel”, they told me.

The beech forests I like very much, those trees with the bark so smooth, almost white in color, are ideal to rub against them and leave my signature printed. In autumn they fall leaves in a mosaic of yellows, oranges and reds, weave a carpet of leaves on which running is a delight, raising wonderful smells that remind me of those times when we ran wild in the woods.

I love rolling around in the leaves, taking the scent of beeches to my body, and then enjoying it in the city.

Mami and her friend are always talking, those things that humans do, while I run and watch so that nothing happens to them, that I know they do not know the forest like me.

While they were talking I noticed a smell that I know very well: boars. And with them the game of chasing does not work, they run out as soon as they smell me, although they smell less than me. So I stood on the road as if to say: see, are you going to run or what? And the mother boar and the two children that accompanied her ran past us. Mami and her friend were so happy and took out the phones to take a picture, but of course, the boars are faster, and were lost in the forest.

Mami and her friend congratulated me and gave me a piece of ham as a reward, which is my favorite candy.

Three deer running

So the rest of the ride I was aware of the boars, but we did not find more and when we had almost reached the car, wham! three deer scampering through my meadow. I only barked a couple of times, I know Mom always looks when I bark, and they got so happy, but they did not give me ham, they had already eaten everything.

And back to the car, this time to house, that after such a long and intense day, I also like it.

Do you want to know more about the Black Tejera Beech? Click here

PS: If you want to read about human experiences, travel and poetry, look at Marisol’s post, my mom, here you will find another vision of the world.

Did you like to read me?



[thrive_2step id=”209729″]! Follow me![/thrive_2step]

!Si, quiero la Guía!

Responsable Marisol Torres.

Aquí nuestra Política de Privacidad.


SUBSCRÍBETE y sigue nuestras aventuras 


¿Te gustó este artículo?

Subscríbete a nuestra página para leer nuestras nuevas aventuras

Responsable Marisol Torres.

Aquí nuestra Política de Privacidad.