Two people came out of the car. One had a huge net. Perhaps a heavyweight like Rex would hardly fit there. But the dog didn't even think to get under that net. And they were both wearing gloves with a rare, nasty smell. Labrador thought it was the smell of dogs already caught.
- To the tree!
The cat didn't make him beg for it for long. It flew quite high with squirrel speed: up to the third big side branch. It would have been impossible to get it out of there with a net.
Rexick gave only one glimpse of the squint to make sure his girlfriend was safe. She was fine. Now he had to think about his own skin.
The two of them came incorrectly: on both sides, slowly, so as not to frighten them away. Rexic, in turn, acted as he was told by the experience of fights: not to wait until the opponents approach, but to leave one of them in the expectation that the other (which without a net) will slow down.
He was right about the first attack. The one with the net made a throw but did not reach it: the dog left in the direction of the second, and then rushed on.
Then things got worse. Behind Rex's back was a fence, quite high by his standards.
The dog hesitated. His training included overcoming barriers. Rexic didn't like these exercises very much, being heavy on high jumps.
But now he's lost so much weight that he's in good shape. And it turned out that there was no time to think: The one without the Net moved quickly to the fence, cutting off the opportunity to slip into it. The one with the Sachkom took a step forward. And Rexic did what he could do on the Barrier! Jump up and forward, get caught by the front legs on the edge of the barrier, pull up the back legs - and jerk to the other side.
Apparently, both enemies did not expect to meet such well-trained prey. The net was ready to catch the dog at ground level, but not at height. Already in relative safety, Rexia heard:
- The mongrel is a mongrel, and the scientist is a mongrel.
- Shall we wait? He must return.
Rexic knew the word "mongrel". Such a bad swearing people called dogs without education and collar. Yes, for some reason, this tease was mostly related to bad-eared dogs. Labrador was a little offended. He was indeed a dumb-eared man without a collar, but both had good reasons. The shape of his ears was one of the signs of his breed, and the collar was lost when he escaped. But why did these two think he had no education? And that's after he competently took the barrier?
Anyway, the enemies were clearly going to wait. But the clever dog also had a cunning reserve. He pretended to be leaving. It must be said that dogs, like children, are born actors. And these two believed. Rex wasn't looking back on purpose, but his loose ears informed his owner of everything relatively soon. The sound of the engine, moreover, the abominable stench of the exhaust - no, you can not make a mistake. What a dog there - and a man would have guessed.
Out of caution, the dog lurked between two garbage cans. It was an excellent position: the way out could be blocked only by three people. And there were only two of them. It was only when the sound was gone that the dog gently came out. Their ears were so much heard that they had just not been spinning like the screws by the helicopter. The nose was so sniffing, it would have been like a vacuum cleaner in terms of breath strength. But there was nothing dangerous to find.
- Me!
With this sound Mashenka let me know that she could smell and hear her friend.
- Khooow!
This muffled nut, in turn, said the road was clear.
Masha came down very carefully and very slowly. She was understandable: the last time she climbed a tree was at kitten age. And the travelers started to measure the way again with their paws.
Chapter thirteen, in which Rex begins to understand the correctness of the path chosen
It's dawn, but by human standards, it was time to sleep. My faithful Labrador would not wake me up at such an early hour, even if he did not sleep himself.
The cat was going confidently simply because it could smell the direction. Rexick had trusted his girlfriend until then. And suddenly he stopped.
His nose smelled a little noticeable but familiar. The courtyard was home to the last column. Far away. Where?
The poor dog wrapped nervously, trying his best to determine the direction. The wind was variable, it brought the desired flavors, then calmed down, and, of course, the dog's compass at the same time refused to work.
Continued in the next part of 16.