A dog barking can be very different. Sometimes it means a call to fight, sometimes it's a signal to the owner, sometimes it's a signal to the owner, sometimes they say, "This is my station! No one else's move! But this time the barking sound meant something completely different: "I'm here! Master, I'm back! I'm on my way to you!
This courtyard is a couple of us who flew through in one breath. Then there was the courtyard. And the home in his corner. And almost my relatives were surprised to see their acquaintances. And no less surprised faces of people:
- Petrovna, look, it is not the neighbor Rex who returned?
- No, I know Rexica, he'll be bigger. And then, he's silent, barking very rarely. And this one - do you hear how it fills up?
But the animals didn't have time for that. Rex knew exactly how to open the door to the entrance, but he didn't like to do it himself. When he was a puppy, he tried to do it, and the door hit him on the nose. Since then, he had trusted his master in this matter. But in this case, the preferences should have been left aside. And Rexia, standing on his hind legs, gently pulled his teeth by the handle.
Mashenka did not lose time. As soon as a gap was formed that was sufficient for the cat, she immediately slipped into the stairwell and rushed up the stairs. On the way, she was letting out utterly ungrateful screams that she had never allowed herself before:
- Me-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ooh!
Her black companion, to give him justice, too, did not waste time. She jumped into the entrance second only because he made a passage for himself a little later, but on the stairs, the Labrador made a breakthrough.
I heard Rexin barking in the kitchen. The chicken soup was almost finished cooking. I might not have noticed it, but it was a quick bark, and I couldn't help but recognize it then.
Vasily Vasilyevich and I jumped out of our apartments at the same time. A black hurricane hit me. I'm not sure if my dog jumped to the ceiling with great joy right now, but I can guarantee that he tried to do it.
- Master! I'm back! I found you! You're alive!
I tried here to reproduce what the infinitely happy dog was saying. I can't guarantee I did it. And Mashka...
I've seen people kiss each other many times. I saw a woman kissing her cat. But for the first time, I saw a scene where a cat kisses a man. Mashenka was moaning:
- The owner! I found you! You won't leave me again, will you? Why do you smell like a doctor? Let me kiss you again, and then I wouldn't give up on water and food.
I had time to catch some of these speeches and thought that Vasily Vasilyevich probably had no cat food in the house. And I remembered about the chicken.
- Vasily Vasilyevich, and I just cooked chicken broth. For Mashenka I am ready to give up a piece of chicken. Just don't let her get hotter.
I guessed: there was a cat mat in the house, there was a bowl, there was a favorite chair, but, unfortunately, there was no food. I don't count condensed milk because cats shouldn't be given it.
I generously cut off a piece of milk that the old Masha would have had enough for two full meals. And Rexic and I went to our apartment. To his house.
Even before my dog had eaten, he had had a full shower with warm water. Labrador was enjoying himself. He was squinting his eyes. He was rumbling. He poured a lot of good faith in me. He dirtied the bath with his dirt. And it all went away.
Already when Rex was eating his dinner, the phone rang. The voice was unfamiliar.
- Hello. Did you put out an ad about the missing dog? My daughter and I seem to have seen her with a dark gray cat.
I thanked the good man and his daughter with all my heart, assuring them that the four-legged men had come home on their own. Still, these people responded to the ad, which was not as common as it would have been.
As we talked, the dog gently slipped all the contents of the bowl and did not hesitate to hint at the continuation. Normally I'd call Rex a gluttony, but that day I didn't have the guts to do it.
A black comrade came up to me and poked his nose up my sleeve:
- Well, master, is life still good?
- Since you're back, you're a good scoundrel.
Rex and Masha's adventures were almost over. And why almost? That's why.
Chapter fifteen, last and short
It's been years since then. There are more cars on the streets. And cell phones have appeared. I got married, we now have two girls.
Rex and Masha are still alive, though they are very old. The black Labrador wasn't even skinny when I was young, and now it's all fat. It's hard for him to even run, not like jumping. My eldest girl really likes to walk him. She thinks she's got a big black dog walking around giving her an increased maturity. Sometimes Rexia pretends to be interested in some smelly shit on the lawn. And then the young mistress strictly says, "Ew! And everybody around her sees how good she is at raising dogs.
Mashenka is also alive, but her age has affected her even more. She already has a hard time walking and prefers to warm herself in a TV box. However, when the master takes her in his arms, she also does not mind.
One day Rex and I went to see Vasily Vasilyevich. On this day, our favorite team played against... No, don't ask, I won't say anyway. Before the match, there was some time left. And then I noticed how the dog and cat exchanged silent views. So they talked to each other.
Out of their memories, I had the whole picture of their incredible adventures in my head. And then I thought the story wasn't over yet. I had to write their stories in the most truthful way. Translation into Russian, believe me, was not easy, but I had to try my best here. And the last time I dotted it, I thought, "Now this story is over.
Continuation in the next part of 18.