Zanna was learning to walk on a leash she was afraid of at first. That's how to explain to the dog that it is not led to the slaughter, but, on the contrary, on an entertaining walk? Having hooked a leash to my collar, I explained in a sweet voice to my dog that we were going for a walk. "Walking" is a word that delights any educated dog. My idiot, on the other hand, was resting on all four paws and looking at me with sadness.
When I was at a distance of a full leash, I would take the "delicious" out of my pocket. Zanna adored the delicacy and the necessary five meters passed for it.
But soon she finally understood the purpose of the leash and was very cheered up by this understanding. I think she had already accepted the fate of the chain dog, which is never let off the chain.
After a while, I decided to go out there. My dog and I went to our village shop. We walked jerks, almost running or hanging over some area that was sniffing around. Still, they were walking fine, and suddenly my dog pulled the leash so hard that I almost fell off.
A man and his dog were walking towards us, and my little girl was tearing at us as hard as she could. An unfamiliar dog, quite big, a little taller than Zannochka (at the time), rushed to us because he was without a leash. Terrible thoughts in my head, not having time to take a certain form, immediately faded away at the sight of a touching picture: happily squealing, the dogs were playing with each other.
- Take it off the leash," I heard the voice of a suitable man, and for some reason listened, even though I hadn't dared to let go of my former free dog until then. And then my Zannochka threw herself at the stranger's chest, trying to lick him in the face. Then she danced in front of him, caressing him, and finally took booze on her back, shoving her stomach. The man scratched his stomach, hugged Zannah, stroked, and sentenced him: "You are my good man! Oh, good girl!
I had no idea my dog had friends in her last homeless life. That fact had to be taken into account because I had never seen her so happy before. I can't say I enjoyed watching my dog love someone more than I do. But after reading an inner lecture-like, "Marina, I hope you're not going to be jealous of the DOG," I ran out of steam and started meeting Zankin's friends.
Her friend's name was Little Man, the owner of the Little Man - Igor. The Kid was actually a big, but strangely enough, the name suited him because of the children and some reckless expression of a pretty face. His color was so beautiful and intricate that at first, I decided that the dog was a representative of some, a particularly rare breed. Especially when I saw his master's treatment. And Igor treated his dog as a Crown Prince: so much pride was in the owner's look at his dog.
But it turned out that the Baby, like Susannah, was a "noble" breed. At the same time, Igor struck me with a non-standard view on this subject: he did not consider the dogs at all in terms of belonging to a particular breed and perceived each dog creature solely as a separate, completely individual personality. And he believed that mongrels often have a particularly bright personality.
Little Igor sheltered him when he was thrown into the yard by a puppy. But it's one thing to take shelter, another thing is to make the dog your true friend. The second is much harder. So, for example, with his Little Igor walks for four hours a day: two hours in the morning, two in the evening. (This is when he is at home, he has a work schedule: a day after three.) He walks along the forest paths, where the dog is completely separated.
It is on such walks that Susannah has come to them in her time. Igor's pitiful heart towards all animals accepted my dog, which nobody needed then. He began to feed him, and when the cold days came - even let him sleep in the booth to the Little One. He couldn't take it to himself. Therefore, when we, the new owners, appeared in Zannina's life, Igor was very happy for her. And I realized that there is a person in my dog's life who knows and understands him much better than I do.