First acquaintance.
When I realized I had a dog to tame, I started cooking beef ribs. I was completely ignorant of dog food at the time, and it seemed like it would taste better. Now I know that dog bones can only be given in the raw form. But then I spent two hours making beautiful dog food very harmful. After making sure that the meat on the bones had boiled well, I put all this delicious stuff in a bag and my husband and I went looking for my dog.
We found her near our village shop. At first glance at my treasure, I was frankly upset. The doggy was a very big, gray, furry one. The furry was a little untidy, scraps of it. My dog did seem very pretty to me. I sighed (I did have to choose), so I went to get some treats. Having chosen the bone of the pompous mounds, I began to call on the "beauty". She did move from place to place, she turned her eyes from me to the bone. She looked at the bone with interest, but with great suspicion at me.
- What should I call you? - I asked my dog.
- Dick, come here! - I heard a voice. - And I was relieved to see the dog joyfully rushing to the door of the store where his master was coming from.
We met Dick"s boss, Alex, who I didn't tell that I thought was his brave dog, who, by the way, had a collar, for his stray dog-girlfriend (the fact that my dog was a girl I knew from my group correspondence). Meanwhile, Dick was looking at me waiting. He was promised a bone.
- Alex, can I buy Dick a drink? - I hesitantly asked, not knowing that I was going to clog the stomach of someone else"s dog with harmful boiled bones.
- Help yourself, - said good Alex.
The dog instantly crashed the food and smiled at his mouth. Now he seemed pretty sweet to me.
We said goodbye to the neighbor and a minute later we were surprised to see him walking his dog: he drove the car, and then his gray friend rushed all over the place. He rushes, not stopping for a minute to smell the "hello" of other dogs. Amazing dog.
I have to say that my husband had very little experience with dogs, and I claimed to be an experienced dog woman, so I took the whole initiative in the first meeting. Now I was a little embarrassed about the incident.
- It"s because of excitement, - my generous husband comforted me, and we went on to find our treasure.
The "treasure" was found near the guard's caravan. At first glance, it was clear that this was a girl dog, no collar on it. It was her, our dog. And how pretty she seemed to me compared to Dick: not shaggy, but rather moderately fluffy, with a neat little red face, a little fox, which is a touching white speckled nose, with beautiful amber eyes that looked at us very frightened.
- Ladybug, my dog! - I whispered in a tender whisper.
The name came off my lips by itself. That was the name of my beloved shepherd who lived with us in my parent family for sixteen years. The full name of the shepherd was Suzanne, but more often than not we called her Zanochka.
The new Zannochka, meanwhile, smelled the divine smell of meat. She fell on her feet, wagging her tail desperately, and with all her looks she showed what a kind, wonderful dog she was, which, of course, should be treated with this, that smells so wonderful!
She took the bones off her hands, ran away, and began to deal with them with great greed. Only we noticed how skinny our dog was. Pretty tall, long, it would have been big if it had been for the horrible thinness: all the ribs were visible under her skin. I"ll feed you, Zannochka! - I promised myself. When I sat down, I reached out to her and my hands were licked. I felt immeasurably sorry for myself, and I cried and hugged my dog.
Later, my husband, not so sentimental, expressed some surprise about my hugging with a stray dog:
- She seemed to be full of fleas! - He added by taking a hug.
- Dog fleas don"t live on people! - I was soaring.
So our dog turned out to be a kind, very grateful creature: for a few tasty bones, he almost loved us already! She hadn't seen much good in her short, yet short life, but full of deprivations of a dog"s life. But, alas, she did not consider us masters yet. She walked us to the next crossroads and ran back to the guardhouse. We couldn't convince her to come with us this time, our dog was very careful. She still had to find out about her new home.