My wife is jealous of me to my young dog. She is jealous from the first day of her appearance in our house. She is jealous more than to mistresses. This is understandable. About lovers, she can only guess, and the dog, all time, in front of her eyes. Yes, in addition, she is sure that a person, who passionately fell in love with the hunt, and therefore nature, never change this love for the satisfaction of lust. Even with the most charming woman. In addition, if his own – “Sophia Loren” at home waiting.
Therefore, all the time, it seems to her, that, the words I tell the dog, the most affectionate; I pay too much attention and care about her mood and health, like about small child. I care it, even more, than about my health… However, well and right, but how do you will it become make?
I had many dogs. The dogs with complex the destinies the various breeds, the male dogs and bitches; came in my home, and were living the life, as, if someone had written it beforehand. I loved them all, but as a dog breeder with an experience, heart and soul, I did not become attaching to them.
“Lotta” is German breed – “Draathaar”. The dog is a hunter. It is a cop, a dog that requires training and education; daily communication, as well, and any creature that you brought into the house or tamed.
However, this is a special case. This puppy was giving to me by an old friend, on the day of my birth, who trusting me high task in cultivation and upbringing.
I was shouting: – “No.”
I was proposel him to pick back the expensive gift back. And when the two-month bitch marked the carpet, I sighed heavily. How much, I have, will be, in the future, worry in the sleepless nights and live anxieties, justifying high trust?
While the guests hugged and kissed the puppy, I sat with the outstretched face of the doomed. Then I shook himself, took this event philosophically – it means fate, then a new path, and “this road can pass, only man in going”.
On the first night, Lotta’s place was determined in special box-suitcase for convenient transportation of our “smaller brothers”. By this time in my house, there were already two “gifts” – “Linda”, a ten-year-old bitch, a cross between an “Argentinean mastiff” and a “pit bull”; and a “Murka” the cat, with different eyes, a severed tail, and a thunderstorm of mice, sparrows and small neighbor dogs. They had contemptuous neutrality with “Linda”, but when their interests intersected, they could participate. “Linda” is so jealous to “Murka” the every boyfriend. Our beauty “girl” has it is sufficient, their, even in a sterilized state.
This night I did not sleep. The puppy wanted to communicate. I had to put the box next to the bed, about through two o’clock, about one o’clock in the morning calmed down. Only, the dawn dawned, in the room, together, with a squeak of dog, spread the smell of puppy droppings, like greetings from yesterday’s feast.
The puppy no doubt turned out to be smart. We placed him on a glassed-in veranda, four to four meters, and laid a carpet to lie down comfortably, thrown toys for intellectual development, and, he with zeal found and in turn gnaws through all the wires. Now in the kitchen, we began to dispense with radio, landline phone and a number of television programs. And why do to restore, if he, because of our inattention to him, began to gnaw the facing panels.
But on the street good passers-by tried to pat the puppy and say: what a beauty! And when I tried to punish “Lotta”, they acted like the most zealous animal rights activists.
In the first days, “Murka” began to hunt for the puppy, giving an excuse and other fellow brothers to succumb to this temptation. Once I did not remark. When the puppy, wagging his tail, ran up to get acquainted, “Murka” hit him with claws in the nose. “Lotta” started crying and since then she has not been friends with “Murka”, keeps her from a distance.
The old woman “Linda” still full of energy and strength shows Lotta neglect. Whether the owner wants it or not, he will always pay more attention to the puppy.
In addition, from the very first days, the individual feature of the hunting dog appeared. Puppy, gladly eating the rottenly and shit, when, picked up from land it. Before, I did not notice such qualities, of my dogs, the problem turned out to be new and difficult to solve.
To keep a puppy on a leash, during a walk, means to limit it, in movement and development. And to find an environmentally friendly place all more complicated and difficult.
If earlier, the people lived by the principle: let better, my conscience blow out, than a bladder. Now, with the loss of cultural values, deepens the tradition: he takes off his pants and throws with sacks of garbage in any place he likes.
It was necessary, as soon as possible to find and eliminate the deficiency in vitamins and trace elements. Everything was applying from the chitterlings to imported medicines, but it was not possible to find a worthy replacement in this way.
