Do you know how much a good dog"s box costs: with insulation, with two "rooms", one in which the dog can survive our Siberian winter? In general, these are prices that would make us extremely upset. But we didn't even have time to be afraid, as such a fairytale box was given to us by good neighbors! Some of them gave us a box, others helped us to transport it by truck, and others helped us to fix the chain.
This is how it is, our India is a country settlement of super-economy class. My husband and I were going to put all kinds of rugs in the booth, but thank God we were warned in time that all these rags would absorb a lot of moisture and kill in the cold. Hay, only hay!
So, our dog was waiting for an elite dog"s house, and we, happy that everything settled so quickly, taking the leash, went to get our beautiful girl.
Susanna, wearing a new crimson collar, which she had obediently put on the day before, was very happy to see us, dancing in the hope of a treat, which she immediately received. And, as usual, she ran to see us off. Exactly until the first intersection. She decided to say goodbye to us at the crossroads, but I showed her I still had a piece of boiled chicken meat for her. Joyfully swallowing a new portion, the coward immediately ran back again. It was the same until the meat was eaten. And we didn't make much progress towards home. That"s how careful our dog was.
Or rather, it was frightened: the poor girl was chased a lot, and she almost constantly demonstrated a position of listlessness: her ears are pressed against her head, her head is pulled in, the tail is tightened. Later I found out that not only people scared her, but also her own daddy - impudent dog Baikal gouged at her every now and then. So she had no sense of her own dog"s dignity, nor did she have a voice. It was the quietest dog I ever met in my life. Neither growling nor barking seemed to be the poorest dog. Barely audible whining - all that very rarely came out was a stuffed, but kind, not the angry creature. Basically, she was silent.
So, with the help of bait, we could"t bring the coward home, so I put a leash on her and, gently persuading her, pulled her along. It wasn't here. Suzanne didn't want to go anywhere and lay down on the road. My husband and I were circling around our dog, who didn't know it was ours yet, trying to convince her to go home. But in vain. If we could get her on her feet and try to drag her by the leash, she was silently resting on all four legs, and it seemed like we were about to strangle the miserable. As soon as the leash weakened, the stubborn woman lay down.
Susanna was skinny, but she was tall. I noticed that eye caught my eye, and there were so many things in those talking dog eyes: questions about why we needed it, and hope that maybe we loved it? Anxiety: aren't we going to hurt her? And a feeling of love: will I have real masters? I stroked the worried girl over the head, promising that everything would be okay.
And again, Zanna was driving, frozen as if she were frozen, her feet were sticking out in different directions. It was also a sight to see with amazement from neighbors who occasionally drove past us in cars.
We finally got to the house with a little respite, where we put our treasure on a chain. Zanna ran into the booth and looked at us from there with her eyes full of reproach. That"s what you are, " she said, "but I thought you loved me!
I have to admit that the "chain question" really tormented me. But we don"t have a fence, so there were no options either. Of course, it was supposed that as soon as the dog gets used to the house, recognizes us as masters, it will not always sit on the chain. And, of course, I was going to walk a lot with him through the vast expanses of India. But Zanna didn't know anything about my good intentions yet, so she had the right to think we were cheaters.
That a dog sitting on a chain would rebel for the first time, we were convinced by our knowledgeable neighbors, and we were ready to listen to a few days and nights of howling miserably. But while Zanna was silently condemning us. "I guess we wouldn't want to eat either, " I thought. I didn't know my dog very well! As soon as I brought him a bowl full of delicious food (and now I already knew what the right food was), my dog got upset and immediately stopped getting upset and ate everything with a huge appetite.
Now I know the main principle of Suzanne"s life: everything that can be eaten must be eaten immediately and completely! Our dog could become a universal food waste disposal system in our family. That would be very convenient!
So Zanna ate and sat down next to the booth, right on the snow. When she realized that she was provided with plenty of food here, and no longer needed to get that food from morning to evening, Suzanne calmed down, relaxed and just rested, got used to a new life, in silence.
- What a quiet dog we have! - My husband, who couldn't stand the noise, was happy. - Just the perfect dog!