Cats are very cozy animals, and it's so sweet to sleep under their shoulders under their purring. Dogs are given to us to lead an active lifestyle! Walking in the fresh frosty air: what can be better? Just a soft bed... Every morning I walked my dog. It turned out that she didn't want to do her "big things" in the vicinity of the booth: waiting for us to go into the woods. That's how neat my mongrel turned out!
The morning walk is my business. My husband used to work at night, and since his ability to work depends on the well-being of our family, his morning dream - you see ... But with the appearance in my life Igor and the Little One, I was completely unexpectedly relaxed.
At first, Zanna and I joined Igor in the evening walks with the Little One. Or rather, to the end of the walks. A two-hour walk: it's too much for me! Then Igor asked if I wanted to join him in the morning walks. I honestly said that I do not want to! Igor went out for a walk with the Kid around 7.30 am: winter, frost, darkness, and darkness. No, Susannah and I went for walks when it was getting light.
And then there was a great compromise. "Come on, I'll take Suzanne myself, and after the walk, I'll tie her up," suggested Igor once. I accepted the offer with restraint. In my heart, I was rejoicing: two days later, I will be able to sleep well! But somewhere in the depths of my soul, I was sharpened by a tiny worm: all the same, the dog should walk with the owner.
- Zanka probably thinks you're an extra master," Igor once said.
- Rather, she considers you an additional hostess, she knows me much more," Igor said calmly.
The statement hurt me, it hurt me very much! Does my girl really think so? It means I feed her three times a day, and I am an extra one! "Everything! - I decided for myself. - I'll be walking with them from tomorrow! I set the alarm for seven in the morning. But in the morning my ambitions seemed silly to me. "Let my dog have at least a dozen masters, and now I'll sleep!
Meanwhile, the power over my beauty had not only kind and very useful Igor, but also harmful evil - the dog Baikal.
Having found out that we took Zanna to our house, Baikal just couldn't find a place for himself out of anger and grief, appearing now and then near our house, then unexpectedly coming out of the frosty darkness during our evening walks. We were walking, and Baikal was following us and grumbling. I immediately took Suzanne on a leash, because otherwise, the girl was immediately rushing to him, dancing, fondling, then rushing to me, jumping on my chest.
But Baikal growled angrily and looked at the lucky lady with disgust. He would look at me ingratiatingly, wagging his tail and saying: "It's me who needs to be fed deliciously, not this nonsense! Look how nice and clever I am! Let's fix the situation, shall we? The thing is that when we were just taming Zannochka and bringing her food to the security trailer, we had to feed Baikal at the same time.
But, of course, Baikal was even angrier that his "pack", the leader of which he used to think himself, got out of his way. And for that, he was angry at Susannah, not at me either. He was roaring at her from afar, and she was dancing and explaining that "I would be glad to go back to the pack, but you see, the mistress won't let me in! At the same time, my dog looked absolutely happy!
But once, leaving for the whole day in the city, we untied Zanka. She wasn't a danger to people, and I decided that my dog was already tied to the house and to us and felt sorry for the girl. When we got home, we didn't find the girl outside the house. A few minutes later she turned up: Igor and the Little One were leading her home, followed by the unbound Baikal, who was a little behind.
"Zanochka, let's go home! We came!" - I opened my arms to my dog. But the dog wasn't in a hurry to hug. And in general, she was acting very strangely, trying to get close to me, she started running away, but not far away. She circled around, looking at me and then at Baikal. I lost the power of speech, it was a shock!
Baikal set it up," Igor explained. - She listens to him now, not to you!
Susannah, of course, was persuaded to come over and put her on a chain. Baikal was driven away. And as soon as the luckless leader of the pack escaped, our dog became the same as before: he loved us again and was happy to eat dinner.