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What is in my Name

My name is Argos, in homage to the greatest epic Poet of all times, Homer, who captured the poignant friendship between a dog and a man. It was in book XVII of The Odyssey, narrating the moment king Ulysses returns to Ithaca disguised as a beggar and only his beloved dog Argos recognizes him: "As they were thus talking, a dog that had been lying asleep raised his head and pricked up his ears. This was Argos, whom Ulysses had bred before setting out for Troy, but he had never had any work out of him. In the old days he used to be taken out by the young men when they went hunting wild goats, or deer, or hares, but now that his master was gone he was lying neglected on the heaps of mule and cow dung that lay in front of the stable doors till the men should come and draw it away to manure the great close; and he was full of fleas. As soon as he saw Ulysses standing there, he dropped his ears and wagged his tail, but he could not get close up to his master. When Ulysses saw the dog on the other side of the yard, dashed a tear from his eyes without Eumaeus seeing it, and said: "Eumaeus, what a noble hound that is over yonder on the manure heap: his build is splendid; is he as fine a fellow as he looks, or is he only one of those dogs that come begging about a table, and are kept merely for show?"
'This hound', answered Eumaeus, 'belonged to him who has died in a far country. If he were what he was when Ulysses left for Troy, he would soon show you what he could do. There was not a wild beast in the forest that could get away from him when he was once on its tracks. But now he has fallen on evil times, for his master is dead and gone, and the women take no care of him. Servants never do their work when their master's hand is no longer over them, for Jove takes half the goodness out of a man when he makes a slave of him.'
As he spoke he went inside the buildings to the cloister where the suitors were, but Argos died as soon as he had recognized his master. "

Thanks to my ancestor Argoswe gained the reputation of being the faithful companion to a good man.
In my name converge also an homage to the greatest contemporary intellectual poet who wrote this line: "Yo he sido Homero; en breve, seré Nadie, como Ulises; en breve, seré todos: estaré muerto." [I have been Homer; soon, I will be nobody, like Ulysses; soon, I will be everybody: I will be dead.]



Plus je vois l'homme, plus j'aime mon chien.
[More I see man, more I love my dog]
Blaise Pascal



My biography on progress

I am a British Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and was born the 23rd April 2008 in England. The same day thus that we celebrate Shakespeare, Cervantes and Saint George.
Eight weeks later, I had to separate from my parents, my brothers and my sisters and was adopted by Miguel-Angel, since then I live in the Royal Borough of Greenwich, first in Siddhartha House (where this picture was taken when I was still a puppy) and then in my actual home in the Greenwich Maritime area.
Soon Miguel-Angel and I became best companions, as we are both keen to understand each other. We love to stroll by the river Thames, in the beautiful Royal Park of Greenwich and in the estate of St Nicholas Church, where I helped to plant an Olive tree to honor Christopher Marlowe, the great English Dramatist and Poet whose mortal body rest in the church yard. The Olive tree, of course, is a symbol of harmony between the Creator and us his creatures, thus the Olympic crowns were made of its branches.


Me supervsing the Olive tree planting, assisted by Barbara and Maureen, at St Nicholas Church, this Spring 2011

I am very fond of my home, full of toys and beds for me to play and rest almost anywhere. I love my garden, where grow all sort of bamboos, figs, olive trees, lavender of every color and wonderful perfume (which the bees enjoy very much), wisterias from China and from Japan, grasses of all sizes, shape and colors, including my favorite Vanilla grass. There is also a lovely pond, designed in the terrace, were my 6 fishes of all colors lived. I feed my friends the birds, Robins, Great Tilts, Blackbirds...and even Sand Martins visited my home this year. They give me much joy with their variety of voices. I keep any stray cat at bay because they are always interested in my fishes for an extra meal. I played hunting with the Squirrels who like to hide food in my garden.
I love very much Nicolas-Alexandre, but he has not as much time as I would like to enjoy together; but when he has time, we both love to play at my home or go to the beach or walk together in the forests.
In these first years of my life, I have made many human friends; to name a few: Patrick the Poet, Kim and Spencer, Eleanor, Maureen, Pauline, ...
Over all, I am enjoying a life blessed with love and rich in friendship, which I wish every dog and every human could enjoy for the world would be a better home to us all.






Me thinking, on one of my beds,
a sunny day at Siddhartha House