It turned out that our dog wasn't a quiet one at all, but, on the contrary, an awfully sociable and playful person. Universal attention, which suddenly fell on her along with the status of our dog, frightened him only at first.
One day I hear my dog whining outside the window. I go out, and then Ruslan, a neighbor, seduces her with a sausage - he wants to stroke her!
- Here, I get to know her! - My neighbor declares to me.
Okay," I think, "let my dog be a good dog, not a watchdog. Let it be just a friend... And I tell Zannochka not to be afraid when a stranger wants to pet her.
- The perfect dog! - Ruslan sighs, leaving, who dreams of a dog, but for some reason can't get one yet.
Very soon Zannochka realized that it was so pleasant to be a perfect dog: the belly itches, plays, and tastes give! Many neighbors who came to us at this time or met on the way on our daily walks, admired Zanochka, stroked her, treated her. A lot of "Indian" kids I was friends with came to visit Zanna and squeezed her in before she had to hide in a booth. In general, the dog got used to the role of a favorite.
And only one creature was extremely hostile to Zanochka - Manya the cat. On frosty days, this hostility could not be especially evident, as cats did not show their thermophilic nose on the street. But as soon as the frost was over and the weird, windless winter days were established, our cat hurried into the yard to let the new vein know who was actually the mistress of the yard!
Seeing Mania on the porch, Zanna was very happy: that's who she could be friends with and play with! She fell on the front legs, wagging her tail, and smiled in the dog's face. The whole view of her said, "Don't be afraid, I'm good, let's get acquainted! But it wasn't here. Mania was pounding herself and showing that there was no talk of friendship. Only war! And let this dog dare to approach him!
But Zanna wanted to meet her so badly that she decided to get closer. She approached the bobtail very carefully, wagging her tail all the time, still hoping to sniff and make friends. And, of course, I immediately got my paw in the face. Having beaten the dog, the robber Manka proudly withdrew, and Zanka upsets squealing, retreated to her booth.
Nothing," I thought, "will see more often, "Mania will get used to it, and maybe there they will be friends. And maybe that's how it would have been if it hadn't just happened a couple of days later.
Coming back with Igor and our two dogs from another walk, I didn't notice that Manechka was breathing fresh air on the porch. But it was immediately noticed by the Little Manchuk and, not knowing that Manya is a royalty, rushed to her with the aim of "chase".
Zanna, excited by the games with the Little Man, rushed for company. Manechka raised her claws, but when she saw how unequal her strength was, she rushed to run. The dogs followed her with cheerful barking. Everything happened very quickly, Igor and I did not have time to blink, as the three of us had already fled around the corner of the house.
It is good that behind this corner there was a high wooden staircase, leaning against the wall. The mannequin ladder flew upstairs in the air and jerked into the crack under the roof of our house, on the second, non-residential floor of our house. Dogs got us to catch up, and Igor took the Little One away, and I started to get upset. I felt sorry for our Manechka, who had to take away her legs and hide in her own yard! "We don't need Baby to come running into our yard without a leash! - I decided I was angry.
To get our cat out, we had to open the hatch to the second floor, hermetically sealed for winter. But it turned out that she was hiding from us, sitting in the cold and did not want to come out to us. I realized that Maniechka had suffered terrible psychological trauma! She was offended by the fact that we humiliated her like that! And now she's freezing, but she doesn't want to forgive us... It's just like the way I thought. My husband was calming me as much as he could. And then we heard the stomping of the little Manin's legs above our heads, which ran very fast on the second floor.
Of course, as often as I did, I was dramatic. It turned out that Manechka wasn't offended by us at all, our bobtailed wasn't traumatized at all: she just loved the new space she had found in our house, and she didn't want to leave it. The manhole was glad to ride on the floor, as well as rushing through the empty rooms. Sometimes the husband managed to persuade the cat to return to us.