Thick, soft, fluffy

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

One day, a loved one asked me to look for a doctoral position in the working Internet. I sent him a couple of links, after which an idea came to my mind. And I dashed off the third letter: "Dear, do you mind little paws running around our apartment?" Ten minutes later I get a gentle answer, they say, thanks for the links, Lenusha, you yourself will read about doctoral studies, you will also need it soon, but what kind of paws, let's discuss, etc. … And a minute later, the corporate mail bat again flapped its wings furiously … I read: "No, to hell with doctoral studies! What paws do you mean ??? !!!". I hope he didn't think I meant "legs" instead of "feet." However, he is almost right in his fright.

I was brought up on three generations of dogs and I know that our younger brother is also a member of the family. And not equal, but privileged. Called brother - get into the collar. The first thing that the black Giant Schnauzer Gera did when she appeared in our house was to immediately choose an armchair by the window, making it clear who is the boss from now on. And then a completely different life began in the Zverlov family. Doggy.

Two months later, the wallpaper in the corridor was nibbled around the entire perimeter. For each pair of shoes, at least one shoe or boots was eaten. Then Hera grabbed the front door and every day, while we were not at home, she gnawed a bunch of sawdust out of boredom. We are used to putting any thing at a height of at least a meter, because Hera, having tried all our branded shoes, had her eye on bags and gloves. Gloves, by the way, she easily took out even from the pocket of her coat. Moreover, the man's friend basically bit on one object from each pair.

Hera also used to sleep on my bed with her legs outstretched, which is why I myself lay down with my legs tucked in - there was no way to move her. It was necessary to show firmness, but when I took a breath for a decisive order, Hera looked at me so pitifully and pleadingly that all resolve was lost. The fact is that Hera was very similar to our very first dog, the Giant Schnauzer Arnold, who was hit by a car through my fault. And I was unable to raise my voice or hand to Hera. The spoiled animal took advantage of this to its fullest.

Despite the fact that Hera was walked twice a day, she preferred to spend her natural needs at home. Getting up at night to the toilet, we made our way to it along the baseboards so as not to accidentally fall into a puddle or even worse. And how it all fit in such an amount, I can’t put my mind to it. We had a rule: the one who first saw cleans up. In the mornings, we did not get out of bed for a long time, risking being so late that we would be the first to stumble upon the pile left by the dog. I must say that she was not corrected either by poking her nose into what she had done, or by punishment.

Once, for bad behavior, Gera was closed for the whole day in the living room, the door was locked with a bedside table, and all other rooms were locked with a key. In response, she ate a hole in the door, got out of the living room, made some puddles in the hallway, tore up her winter down jacket, and then, returning to the room through a makeshift hole, lay down in an armchair with a package of Voymix pulled out of the refrigerator. Like, that from now on it was discouraging to us to limit it in space. Now neither my mother, nor my sister, nor I were in a hurry to go home, because at home we were greeted by about the same picture. Refrigerator - wide open; a licked butter box, gnawed frozen meat, a torn broom - everything is on the floor; next to some regular boot, cleverly pulled by the Hero from a safe place, right there everything that should have been under a bush in the yard, in general, I apologize for such a realistic description. If the corridor was clean upon the return of the owners - this also happened - a holiday was announced at home, and Hera was praised for a long time and scratched behind his ears. But she was resourceful.

Hera managed to eat my entire chocolate supply twice. I must say that at the age of 17 I did not like sweets, and I kept sweets presented for the holidays for a long time. At that time, on the shelf, there was an almost untouched New Year's set of delicacies - an assortment of gifts from all relatives. Hera left me no candy. Having received her portion of slaps with a folded newspaper, a month later, right after my birthday (as she guessed), she destroyed at least ten chocolates, including my beloved Tarragona with whole nuts.

The last straw was my mother's mink hat, which the dog pulled from the hanger (almost 2 meters) and mercilessly tore into pieces. After the hat, we gave Gera to our friends who lived outside the city and who had nothing to chew on.

And six months later Dzheska came to us. She just came - to my mother at work, small, with matted hair. Mom fed her and took her home. And for five years now, running to my own people, I do not get tired of admiring our fox terrier. Jesya is the perfect dog in every way. For all the time at home there was not a puddle, not a single trace of teeth. She can be safely left in the kitchen alone with a bowl of minced meat, she will never take a cookie without asking, even if it was dropped right in front of her nose. She is affectionate, although she keeps all the yard dogs at bay twice as heavy as herself. She hears every rustle on the stairs. True, she is quite selective in food and will not agree to eat every sausage, and then my mother feeds this sausage to my sister and me. But at the same time, Dzheska is thick, soft, fluffy and very warm - I used her instead of a heating pad in winter.

And the idea that I wrote to my beloved by e-mail is a cat. Red and striped. Sitting in my bag.