Dog in our house
The dog is the most popular and beloved pet. She played a very special role in human history. Truly unique can be called a union between two more or less predatory mammals- dog and man. For thousands of years they shared shelter and food, experienced defeats and victories together, quarreled, made peace, played and worked side by side. Dogs helped people in different ways - they were watchmen, guides, hunters, warriors, rat catchers, draft animals, and even gave people fur and meat. Today dogs are kept primarily as pets.
Nowadays there are about 400 dog breeds. Their size and body shape vary greatly, but the main characteristics of all dogs are the same and are not very different from those of their distant ancestors. Dogs are hardy creatures with a very flexible psyche; they have not changed much during evolution. Thanks to the huge variety of breeds, everyone can choose a dog to suit their taste. But no matter what dog you choose - a giant or a tiny one, with a long pedigree or an ordinary mongrel, a strong man or a pampered lapdog - the dog will repay your kindness a hundredfold with affection and devotion, and maybe even become your best friend.
What breed of dog is most similar to the ancestor of dogs - the wolf? Trace the drawing. 
If you have a dog, make up a story about it. Ask an adult to write it down.
I have a dog, his name is Rex. Rex was given to me for my birthday. He was a very small puppy. It was funny to look at him, Rex resembled a fluffy ball and rolled from side to side. When he grew up a little, I began to teach him to follow commands. Now he knows the commands: “sit”, “lie down”, brings a stick. I walk with Rex every day, and together we love to play with the ball. He is a very cheerful, playful and smart dog. Rex has become a real member of our family. I love my dog very much.
Place each dog on its mat.
And here you can paste a photo of your dog or draw a dog that you like
The dog is the very first animal that man could tame. Scientists are inclined to believe that the dog became a domestic animal back in the Late Paleolithic era, that is, several tens of thousands of years ago. In those days, dogs helped people hunt wild animals and guarded settlements, warning of the approach of strangers. Since then, dogs have accompanied people everywhere, helping in various areas of life.
Nowadays there are shepherd dogs, rescue dogs, guide dogs, sniffer dogs, guard dogs and others.
Saint Bernard - rescue dog
Appearance
The dog belongs to the canine family from the order of predatory animals. The origin of the dog as a species is not known for certain. Some scientists believe that the dog came from the wolf, while others believe that it came from the jackal. But the majority is still inclined to believe that the ancestor of the dog is the wolf.
The appearance of dogs is very diverse. According to official data from the Fédération Cynologique Internationale, there were 339 dog breeds in the world in 2013, and each dog breed looks different. There are dogs big and small, short-haired and long-haired, with big ears and with small ones, the coat color varies from white to black with many transitional shades (beige, brown, sand, gray, ash, etc.).
The smallest dogs chihuahua breed– their height at the withers can be only 15 cm, and the tallest dogs are Great Danes, their height at the withers can be 100 cm or more.
Great Dane is the tallest dog
Dogs' sense organs
Dogs, like humans, have 5 senses – vision, smell, hearing, taste and touch.
Dogs have color vision, but they see fewer colors than humans. Dogs clearly distinguish between green, yellow, purple, blue colors and their shades, but red and orange are poorly perceived. But dogs can distinguish about 40 shades of gray.
Dogs are very sensitive to smells. Their amazing ability to distinguish and detect odors helps them easily find a scent, determine the approximate distance to the source of an odor, and distinguish odors from a mixture of various aromas. Thanks to these qualities, dogs can find people trapped under rubble and detect prohibited items and substances at airports.
Dogs have good hearing; they hear twice as well as humans. The sense of touch is also well developed. Dogs can feel even a light touch on their fur. They like to be petted, but they don't really like to be hugged.
Dogs have much fewer taste buds on their tongues than humans. Therefore taste sensations they are not like people. However, it is known that dogs can distinguish sweet tastes well and love sweets.
Brief information about the dog.
Eduard Uspensky
How to love dogs correctly
Little dog Astra
This was my main dog love. One day, under pressure from my four-year-old daughter Tatyana, I began a search new dog. This time I decided not to make a mistake. Since I live in the city, I will get not just any dog, but a strictly city dog.
Firstly, it must be small so that it can easily run and jump in a city apartment.
Secondly, she should not be a hunter, so as not to yearn for holes, swamps with ducks, badgers and wild boars. Thirdly, it should not be an indoor dog, like a lapdog, so as not to turn into a toy, but still remain a DOG.
Tibetan Terrier dogs were best suited for this purpose. This breed had only just begun to appear in Moscow.
As the breeders told me, these dogs were bred by the Dalai Lama in Tibet. The dogs were small, shaggy enough not to be afraid of the snow. Biting so as not to be a toy. And they are very self-respecting and even majestic, because Tibet does not tolerate fuss. The lamas did not allow them to be taken out of Tibet:
We bred them for ourselves, and not for some Europeans!
But one day alone English doctor cured the chief Tibetan lama, and he was given two of these dogs as a gift. And dogs appeared in Europe.
And we decided:
Daughter, let's go.
When we entered the room where the dogs lived, the dog’s mother rushed to bite us.
On the contrary, the cheerful shaggy puppies were very happy and immediately ran to us to lick their fingers.
“So cute,” said the hostess, “that it’s a pity to give them away.”
That’s why we sell them,” the husband added.
My daughter and I chose the most active puppy with a white chrysanthemum on a black shaggy nose, paid the required money (one third of an engineer’s monthly salary) and left joyfully.
It turns out that we chose the most best puppy(bitch), the rest were rejected by specialists from the club as not corresponding to the characteristics of the breed (either the paws are longer, or the tail is shorter).
The name for the dog was immediately clear - because of the white chrysanthemum on its nose, it was called Astra.
I decided that I would raise her as a dog soldier. No sofas, no cushions. Sleep on a mat, eat from a bowl (not from your hands), follow all commands (“lie down”, “sit”, “come towards me”, “no”) without question.
AND decision made I put it into practice, despite the plaintive requests of my daughter and wife:
Dad, can the dog sleep with me? - asked daughter Tanya.
No way!
Listen, let the dog lie on the sofa,” the wife demanded. - She warms me.
Astra, take your place! Sit! - I ordered in a stern voice.
My friend, writer Yuri Postnikov, also known as Yuri Druzhkov, a great writer and publisher, author of Karandash and Samodelkin, could hardly stand this attitude towards animals. One day he came to me with a homemade protest poster. The poster had a sad dog's face crossed out by black prison bars, and along the bars there was a bright inscription:
“FREEDOM TO THE PRISONERS OF THE TYRANT EDWARD!”
He attached this poster to the bottom shelf of the wardrobe - where the shoes live. Because Astra chose an observation post in the depths of her boots.
My friend, the Finnish writer Hannu Mäkelä, still shouts this slogan when I want to change his route in Moscow or take him to a different museum than the one he dreams of visiting.
And here Astra showed one valuable quality. She couldn't bear it if anything was taken out of the house. The man leaving the house with a briefcase was an enemy. Even animal rights activist Yura Druzhkov left the house separately from his briefcase. They brought him the briefcase later.
So Astra became our guard dog.
Then it turned out that I lived alone with my four-year-old daughter in the country. And sometimes I had to go to the store, leaving my sleeping daughter alone.
Astra sat next to her, and if someone approached, she immediately ran up to this “someone” and tried to bite him on the nose. I could be calm about my daughter.
So Astra became our guard dog.
I have never seen a smarter dog in my life. If she wanted to eat, she would go to the refrigerator and touch it with her paw. If she was thirsty, she would go to the sink with the tap and bark.
She also loved to take the ball out of the water. I remember late autumn. I walk with Astra around the dacha village of Mozzhenka, collecting dung mushrooms. Such umbrella ones with a thin stem. Nobody collects them, but I love them. Moreover, I was poor then.
While searching, I walk along the steep and high bank of the Moscow River and see below - summer residents bathing their dogs. They throw sticks into the water and order:
Check it out!
Caesar, fetch!
The dogs joyfully enter the water with half a paw, and then joyfully run back. Not a single parcel is delivered.
I have a ball with me. I swing and throw him into the middle of the fast river.
Astra, give it to me!
Little Astra rolls down from the high bank in a furry ball, jumps into the water and desperately swims after the ball, carried away by the strong current. She grabs the ball, climbs onto the shore and rushes up to me.
That's it, the ball is in my hands. I calmly move on. And from below comes the cry of wiser and clearer summer residents:
Shah, who am I telling, give it to me!
Caesar, go ahead!
Astra was ready to swim for the ball in any body of water, in any weather, a hundred times.
Then I taught Astra to play hide and seek with her daughter.
Little Tatyana climbed into the wardrobe or onto the refrigerator, and I ordered Astra:
She ran and ran around the apartment. Then she ran up to the closet and said:
Aff! - to the complete delight of the whole family.
Tanya crawled out of the closet and gave Astra a piece of sausage.
So Astra became our nanny.
And now we live permanently in the village of Troitsky near Pereslavl-Zalessky. My wife, daughter and I bought a house there next to the artists Viktor Chizhikov and Kolya Ustinov.
The first thing I did was improve the huge barn adjacent to the house. I cut several windows into it. Fortunately, in Moscow they could be found easily and for free. Many people, when moving into new buildings, changed everything they could: doors, windows, floors.
And everything that was replaced was put out into the courtyards.
With three bright large windows (to the surprise of the entire Pereslavl area, I cut one window into the ceiling) the barn turned into a magical house. In any thunderstorm, on any evening, it was bright and comfortable.
I set up a table tennis table in the barn, and all the village and country kids grazed with me from two o’clock until dark. Unless, of course, Astra was locked.
Astra was friends with the village children and even played with them - she brought a ball from the water. But this is only outside the house. On a pond, in a forest, in a field - please. But as soon as the whole group approached the gate of our site, Astra stood on the threshold and growled terribly. Like, that’s it, the friendship is over, then the service begins.
The guys were even offended:
Astra, Astra, we are our own.
R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!
If I went into a house with Astra, the first thing I did was throw some item of mine in the corner - a backpack, a bag, a hat, or just Astra’s leash.
Astra sat on the floor and began to protect the leash. If one of the owners approached closer than a meter, she growled and made small attacks. Then she expanded the radius of protection of the object; the owners were allowed to approach no closer than two meters. And in the end she threw herself at someone who simply moved on his stool.
The villagers respected Astra very much. They called her Extra in honor of the famous Extra vodka and asked for puppies.
One day Astra gave birth, albeit only to one puppy. And it’s generally unknown from whom, from some rural Sharik.
And everyone who asked for puppies began to say:
I wouldn’t mind, but my wife...
We are leaving for the city soon, and it is difficult to raise a dog there.
Come on! He will bark in the winter and scare him.
I had to keep Toffee for myself. By this time we lived in a small wooden house at Klyazma station. But if Astra was a golden dog, then Iriska turned out to be garbage. She took everything bad from daddy. She barked at nothing, was afraid of anything larger than a chair, and stole food. But what can you do? She lived with us for twelve years.
And Astra lived with us for fifteen years. And suddenly she got cancer. She got huge cancerous tumors. We learned that the institute where cancer is treated has a department for sick dogs. I brought Astra there, they examined her and asked me to leave her. Soon she was operated on. The operation was successful. We went to the dog department, fed Astra, petted her.
And here she is, alive and well, again working as the commandant of the house.
Unfortunately, cancerous tumors are designed in such a way that once they are disturbed, they metastasize throughout the body.
And very soon they finish off living creature. This happened with Astra. Three months later she died. IN subsequent years I did not allow dogs to be operated on, and they lived with tumors for quite a long time.
Dog Leech
The dog that brought me the most grief was called Leech. The most interesting thing is that the name was given to her many days before her leechiness truly manifested itself. I gave her this name ahead of time. Just for the breed. And as it turned out, not in vain.
What kind of breed is this? This is a Jagd Terrier. A dog bred to hunt burrows - badgers, foxes. And for boar hunting.
These dogs are usually kept in barns: they are not well suited for family life, since they are completely uncontrollable.
Here's what one English book says: “Jagdterriers can be used to carry ducks from the water when hunting. But, as a rule, the duck is not given to the owner.”
Why did I decide to get such a dog? Because she was the least expensive of the small angry dogs. (In the end result, the most inexpensive dogs cost more than the most expensive ones. One of my friends’ Jagdterrier made a hole for himself in a feather bed. And another’s jumped from the refrigerator onto the chandelier and crashed to the floor along with the chandelier.)
Just one racing driver told me that his Jagdterrier Mishka perfectly guarded his racing car. Not a single hijacker dared to approach her. And in general, his dog was a family favorite. This is what won me over.
Subsequently, when I talked to his wife, it turned out that the dog was not so happy. In her youth, she jumped from the refrigerator onto the chandelier, and in her middle years she made herself a hole out of a feather bed.
When my secretary Anatoly and I arrived for the Jagdterrier either in Lyubertsy or in Bitsa, it turned out that the dogs did not live in the city where the owners were, but in a neighboring dacha village, in a barn.
We went to a holiday village.
In a holiday village, inside a barn, there was a booth, and in front of the booth there was a small pen for poop. A dog, looking like a large rat on thin legs, flew out of the booth and began to gnaw at the mesh of the pen with a growl.
Following her, two cheerful puppies poured out, each more cheerful than the other, and began to drag each other by the tail. We went home with one of these merry fellows.
At first the dog was like a dog, it obeyed, came to me when called and merrily ran around the house.
Then it became noticeable that she was not very keen to approach the owner. She had to beg her for a long time and show her something interesting. She came up, looked at this interesting thing and quickly ran away. Sometimes it was possible to grab her, but this happened rarely. Her movements were instant.
One day, much later, they didn’t have time to close the gate in the yard. The leech immediately looked outside, saw the retreating citizen and, without asking anyone, flew towards him like a torpedo. She quickly grabbed her uncle properly and, satisfied, flew home. And with all her appearance she showed:
“That’s how great I am! It’s not for nothing that I eat bread.”
The unfortunate citizen limped back to our gate and rang the bell.
I know what your dog is in good hands and she had all her vaccinations. I won’t make a scandal, I just ask you to buy me new trousers for a thousand rubles.
We immediately allocated him the required amount. The citizen softened slightly:
I know this breed. This hunting dogs. On the boar. In our village, two such dogs killed a bull.
It’s a pity that I wasn’t at home; all the negotiations with the citizen were conducted by my family. I would know everything in detail about this felled bull, but I’m saying this without details.
If the Leech bites him again, I will question him in detail.
Together with Leech we lived with a dog, Dir, a black terrier. And while Leech was little, she obeyed Diru. But as soon as the small Leech grew up, she somehow imperceptibly became the main one. She pulls Dira’s legs and hangs on her ears. Sleeps on Dir.
The leech always chooses the more interesting bowl and always manages to be the first to grab a piece of bread or a bone that is thrown to the dogs. Or even both pieces.
She brought her terror to the point that Dira guard dog became useless. Both dogs live in one large Dire’s booth, although Leech has his own small one.
As soon as Dira wants to leave the booth to bark at the guest, the Leech clings to her fur, begins to growl and does not let her go to work. I had to hold them different sides pen.
Thank God, one of our pets, Claudius the raven, did not obey the Leech. On the contrary, he drove her crazy.
She usually ran up to his enclosure and began yapping for half an hour. This continuous yap-yap-yap... lasted for kilometers and hours with short breaks to take in air.
The raven also learned to bark. But he barked calmly and importantly: “Aw! Aw! Aw-aw!”
He walked to the edge of the enclosure and pecked Leech on the nose. She wanted to grab him by the beak, and he took aim and pecked her on the nose.
When a crow was given a meat bone as a delicacy, the Leech first of all rushed to the crow and raised a wild scandal - how come, why did they dare to give this bone not to the Leech, but to some stupid big-nosed dog?
One day a raven struck us. Instead of flying up onto a pole in the enclosure and calmly dealing with the bone there, he sank to the floor, went up to the net, lay down on his side on the wing and, taking the bone with one paw, began to dangle it in front of the Leech’s nose.
The scream that Leech raised was incredible. It was a long one: “Tyayayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyoneyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyanalyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyykind of a long thing going on.” It seems to me that Leech did not die of anger just because he lost consciousness.
It was difficult to walk with Leech in the park. She wanted to run in all directions, but not where we wanted to go.
There was a way to keep Leech close.
This is a ball. If she saw a tennis ball in your hands, she would look at it, hypnotized. She had to throw the ball as far as possible, and she ran after it like an arrow. Before the ball could hit the ground, she grabbed it with her teeth and rushed towards you.
The ball could be thrown twenty, fifty, a hundred times. And she ran after him twenty, fifty, a hundred times.
In the end, the hand dried up, and at the last serve of the ball it was necessary to urgently grab the Leech and stuff it into the collar. Otherwise, she was hiding on unknown paths of the park with unpredictable consequences...
Two additions to Leech
First
One day we took Leech to city apartment. She quickly sniffed all the corners, ran across the dining table, drank water from a saucer and noticed a cage with a parrot.
The cage was empty. Usually our parrot Jean Jacques (rosella) flew around the rooms freely. It was unthinkable to put him in a cage.
He gnawed baseboards, bit off the spines of books, and flew home only to have breakfast or dinner. Moreover, he watched very carefully to make sure we didn’t close the cage door behind him.
The leech realized: since there is a cage, there must be a bird, and she went to look for this very bird.
She found her in the next room sitting on the door. The leech found her not by the sound of her wings, but by the droppings under the door. She looked up and, seeing the bird, ran up the door towards the parrot.
It just seemed like she was running.
In fact, she jumped and, moving her paws, flew almost to the top. And it seemed like she was running.
The parrot grabbed his heart and didn’t even fly up out of horror.
The leech jumped a second time. This time her mileage was slightly lower. But she stubbornly jumped and jumped. Each time she managed to fly less and less. From the outside, her senseless jumps caused laughter, because it was clear that soon she would not jump higher than the baseboard, but her character and breed took their toll. So she could have died from a broken heart.
Compassionate Eleanor took Leech in her arms and slowed down this senseless attraction.
And for the first time in his life, parrot Jean Jacques rushed into his cage at direct fire. It even seemed to me that he closed the door behind himself.
Second
In our enclosure, partly overlooking the street, lived the raven Claudius. The same one who teased Leech with a bone. He could talk a little.
One day a very pleased old woman came to us and said:
And I talked to your raven.
How did you talk to him?
I tell him: “Carlusha, Carlusha,” and he tells me: “Get out of here!”
We were dumbfounded. Let our Claudius say such things! And then we thought and understood. When we were talking with the raven, Leech constantly got in the way. She ran around the enclosure and barked. And we always shouted to her:
Get out of here. Get out of here!
So he learned. Crows are very capable.
The leech lived with us for a long time. Her work ethic was incredible. Asking to go into Dira's house or to be released, she could bark and yelp for several hours in a row without stopping. This is especially unpleasant early summer at five o'clock in the morning.
To avoid injuring our neighbors, we locked Leech in the garage. And then we were the only ones who heard her incessant, muffled barking.
In short, for the last two years our whole life has been a constant struggle with the Leech.
I beg you very much, if you don’t need to hunt wild boars, don’t need to hunt foxes and badgers, don’t get yourself a Jagdterrier.
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Copyright: stories about dogs for children
ALL ABOUT BARSIC!
My name is Vitalik Kuzmin. I study in 5th grade at school No. 25. I have a cat, his name is Barsik! My mother taught the cat to sit on hind legs, raising his front paws. When mom says to the cat: “Voice!”, he begins to meow. The funny thing is that he eats bananas, meat, buns, and cucumbers. And even yogurt. Barsik behaves like a dog. I treat him well and am friends with him.
Vitalik Kuzmin,
Saint Petersburg
MY TOFFEE
I have a Toy Terrier dog. Her name is Toffee. She is very funny and sleeps a lot. Her color is sable. Butterscotch's favorite treat is banana. Favorite toy is a rubber dog. She also has a rubber duck. She really likes it too. Butterscotch bites really hard and then it hurts. Toffee loves to play with other dogs, her favorite being Esmeralda. I love Toffee very much.
Masha Klimova,
4 "a", school No. 84
DDT journalism studio
Petrogradsky district
St. Petersburg
THAT'S SO KUZYA!
My grandfather has a cat Kuzya. He is special, he eats everything: carrots, cabbage, potatoes, crackers, chips. When someone arrives, Kuzya begins to lie on the floor, stomach up. He loves to play football. At night he sleeps with his grandparents. When we sit down to eat, Kuzya jumps into grandfather’s arms and sleeps, and grandfather has to eat with his left hand. Sometimes, when grandma gets up to take the kettle, Kuzya jumps over to grandma’s place. He loves to sleep in a basket in the hallway.
Ksyusha Vasilyeva,
6-1 grade, school No. 91,
EBC journalism studio
"Biotop", St. Petersburg
FREEDOM-LOVING LUSYA
He's been living at my house for two years now. land turtle Lucy. At the family council, we decided that we would not put her in an aquarium or in some kind of box, because an animal, like a person, needs freedom. Lucy is a very freedom-loving turtle. She crawls where she wants and sleeps when she wants.
When Lucy wants to eat, she crawls out into the middle of the kitchen, rises on her front paws, stretches her head and turns it around. If she could speak, she would say: “People, can’t you see, I’m hungry!” Lucy really loves cabbage, apples, carrots and raw potatoes.
One night I went into the kitchen to get a drink, didn’t turn on the light and almost stepped on a turtle. I was very scared, I even jumped, and Lucy crawled past without paying any attention to me.
Lucy crawls very quickly, not at all like a turtle. If she has some kind of goal and she strives for it, she will not be able to keep up with it. Sometimes she hides somewhere, and our whole family searches for her. At such moments, we regret that our Lucy does not know how to utter any sounds (for example, bark, meow or something else).
My Lucy is a very smart and beautiful turtle, and I love her very much!
Alina Lupeko,
6-1 grade, school No. 91,
journalism studio EBC "Biotop",
Saint Petersburg
BATTLE OF SMOKY AND MUSIC
I have a cat, his name is Music, and a rat, Dymok. Musick is one year old, and Dymka is already two years old. When we took Musick from friends and brought him home for the first time, he saw Dymok and, first of all, climbed towards him. At first he sniffed, and then began to poke his paws towards him. Suddenly Dymok grabbed the cat's paw with his teeth. Musick began to scream wildly. Blood poured out. Mom jumped up and began beating Smoky with a rag. Finally, Dymok let go of his paw, we bandaged it for Music, and after a week everything healed. Then we began to put Haze on the closet. Dymok and Musick no longer fought with each other.
Stories about dogs. Egina the black angel
I want to tell you about myself best friend, my beloved Jinka. Unfortunately, in 2008 she left this world. I miss her very much. Now only in a dream can I play with her again, see her kind eyes, hold her close to me. Why is life like this?
Gina came into our family as an adult, she was 4 years old. Her uncle gave it to us. They were expecting a new addition to the family, and the opportunity to keep a Rottweiler in a small city apartment had disappeared. My sister and I were looking forward to Gina's arrival. And finally, this day has come! Our girl turned out to be such a hooligan! Immediately there was a stir: Tikhon the cat was driven up a tree; I ran to check my new possessions and found sweet pepper and bit him all off. Oh, how she loved to misbehave! For example, when dad took her out for a walk late at night, she seemed to know that she had dark color and little by little, without making a single sound, she ran away from dad and disappeared into the night, and then no matter how much you called, she pretended not to hear and came only when she considered it necessary. Don't think that the formidable Rottweiler walked alone along the dark streets, instilling fear in the local residents. We walked her in our fenced area, she is quite large.
My sister and I loved to go hiking and always took Jinka with us. How many funny incidents happened along the way with this naughty girl! One day we found a huge old willow, its crowns invited us to rest on them after long journey. Tanya (my sister) and I climbed a tree. But imagine our surprise when we saw that Gina also did not want to stay down on the soft grass, but decided to climb in with us. As a result, she hung on a branch, holding onto it with her paws. We had to quickly go down and lower this fat girl to the ground in our arms. How much laughter there was then! And at the picnic, the hooligan, having quickly finished her portion, stole baked potatoes from Tanya and me, approaching them on her bellies.
At the same time, this dog was a true friend! Every morning I got up early and went with her to meet the sunrise, and she always sat next to me and also looked into the distance with fascination. What thoughts visited her then? I shared my sorrows and joys with her, and she listened attentively and looked at me with her kind eyes. How I miss my sweet girl! May her soul, wherever her soul is now, be very good there, and may her memory always live in our hearts!
Stories about dogs: A dog is an invaluable companion
They say that a dog is just one of many best friends for every person. But when I saw what I was going to talk about, I understood for the rest of my life - best friend You will never find someone more sympathetic and selfless than a dog...
On a summer morning, when the sun was not yet high enough to be annoying with its incredibly hot power, I left the house holding my favorite backpack in my hands. I was going to training. To catch the bus, I needed to cross the road in several places...
My neighborhood, my favorite residential area, was always crowded with small children and young parents with strollers at such times. It was a classic day for relaxing and walking with the kids...
I walked slowly, and something made me look back - I stepped out onto the road with uncertain steps little boy, whose mother was probably engrossed in a book and didn’t notice it... From somewhere came the noise of a car - sports vehicle rushed towards the child. I was far away and even being a superman, I still wouldn’t have time to help...
Everything happened in a few seconds. When the car was already close to the child, who began to cry as if feeling threatened, the dog came running. He jumped on the boy, and the baby’s small legs could not stay on the ground - he fell and rolled a meter from the place where the car had passed in an instant. When the dust cleared, everyone saw a dead dog with a broken head. Dead, but faithful dog...
Dog Stories: My Eri
My Eri (a purebred Doberman, the daughter of multiple winners of various dog shows, and just a great friend) has never had an exemplary character. Perhaps the blood of wayward and proud ancestors played a role, or perhaps she was simply not taught good manners in childhood.
She came to us at the age of 6 or 7 years from relatives who were moving to Germany for permanent residence. The dog was not allowed on the plane, so Eri was given to our care. We suffered with it at first! My uncle, the previous owner of the dog, prepared a detailed list of the features of feeding, care and education. According to him, if Eri was mischievous (for example, ruining the carpet), she was supposed to be lightly spanked on the backside with a slipper. One day, however, mom got seriously angry and hit Eri on the back with a metal mop. As a result, Eri, completely unharmed, ran away, and her mother looked madly at the bent handle of the mop.
Eri took me on a sled when I was a child, accelerating to supersonic speeds, dancing on her hind legs with dad, constantly begging for food from guests. But she always remains our pride and joy!
Dog Stories: My Dog's Favorite Toys
My English cocker spaniel, girl, chooses toys for herself in a very original way. At first we didn’t notice this feature and bought her toys from the most different colors. The house has accumulated large quantities rubber green ducks, tennis balls yellow, multi-colored thread braids. One day, quite by accident, we bought a pink grunting pig, which our dog chose as his favorite toy. After the pink pig, a pink sheep appeared, then a pink hippopotamus, and then we were surprised to notice that all our dog’s favorite toys were pink. With incredible persistence, she selects only pink items from the basket. The duck and balls have long been forgotten, but absolutely all the pink toys are neatly stacked under the kitchen table, where our dog has a “kennel”. For a very long time it was believed that our pet dogs do not distinguish colors, their world is black and white. It is noteworthy that American scientists have proven that dogs have color vision; dogs can distinguish shades of gray perfectly. And my dog loves pink. And it makes me happy!
Stories about dogs: Not just a dog, but a friend
My mother lives in the countryside. Several years ago, a man from a neighboring village hired workers to weed beets. He invited her too. For the whole summer, several people worked for him for 15 hours, although he was reluctant to pay: either he had not yet repaid his debts on the loan, or he had no money, in general, he was disingenuous as best he could.
It is worth noting that this man is from Turkey, and lived here with his huge family and two dogs - Linda and Nadya. Mom was terribly afraid of these huge German Shepherd dogs. During the day they were on a leash and when they saw strangers, they broke free from the chain with all their might, baring their teeth. sharp teeth. Nariman (that was the owner's name) constantly abused the dogs, beat them, and rarely fed them. At the beginning of autumn, field work ended, and the mercenary still did not pay the workers. People began to demand their own, however, Nariman became furious and promised to let hungry dogs attack them. Everyone quickly ran away, fortunately some had cars...
It was already getting dark. On the way home, we passed through a forest plantation. Mom heard someone's footsteps behind her. She stopped and the steps stopped, she walked forward again and someone followed her. She turned around and froze... The black silhouette of a wolf was visible in the darkness. There was a lot of things at that moment: fear, despair and complete hopelessness...
Although more than 3 years have passed since then, she was not left without hope, but quite the opposite. The smart and obedient dog Nadya still lives with her.
Dog Stories: Our Savior Brittany
We adopted a Pitbull dog named Brittany six years ago. Today there is a huge amount of bad information about this dog breed. And I want to tell you how our dog saved my 2-year-old daughter Anastasia, pulling her out of the room in time, in which there was a short circuit and a fire started.
My daughter Anastasia was born when Brittany was one and a half years old. Before our daughter was born, my husband and I thought for a long time about whether to keep the dog or not, fearing how Brittany would react to our newborn daughter. As a result, we could not give up our pet, and in the future we have never regretted our decision. Nastya and Brittany immediately became friends. They played together, Brittany did not leave her playpen.
And then one July day, as usual, I put Nastya to sleep in her crib, Brittany, out of habit, lay down next to her. The child was sleeping carefree, the dog was dozing nearby, at that time I decided to cook dinner and went to the kitchen. After a while, I heard Brittany bark, and I rushed into the children's room. Running out of the kitchen, I saw a dog dragging my daughter out of the room by the sleeve of her pajamas, and in the corner of the nursery an outlet started to catch fire and the room was gradually filled with smoke. I called the fire brigade and took the child out of the house. Thanks to the fact that the fire brigade quickly arrived on the scene, the fire was extinguished, and we all remained alive and well. And it's all thanks to our beloved dog Brittany!
Stories about dogs: Charlie and Alice - a story of sweet deception :)
I really love animals. That’s why I couldn’t get by with just a cat in the house, and after a while I also got a puppy German Shepherd.
Initially, I didn’t even think that the animals would get used to each other so quickly and literally will become friends. They are very interesting to watch, and each time their adventures together around the house amaze me more and more.
So, for example, one day I began to notice that when I left home and left something sweet on the table, it all mysteriously disappeared when I returned. This happened more than once, so I decided to record it all on camera and see what was really going on in the kitchen.
The puppy was still very small and he certainly would not have been able to climb onto the table on his own.
I laughed for a long time when I looked at what actually happened in my absence. So, my cat (Alice), who never ate and did not like sweets, climbed onto the table and threw everything that was there down from the table. Actually, Charlie (the puppy) finished everything there, without leaving any traces, so without a camera I would definitely not have known any of this.
I still can’t understand how Charlie was able to, so to speak, “persuad” Alice to do such labor-intensive work in order to get enough of sweets: D
Stories about dogs: The story of the appearance of a dog in our house.
We have a wonderful and very friendly dog at home. This is an American Staffordshire Terrier female. Our Dora is already nine years old. The dog has a very beautiful black - white color.
The story of her appearance in our house is quite interesting. My son always wanted to get a puppy of a serious breed, but I... various reasons, has always been against it. And then one day I went to work a little later than usual. I was about a hundred meters from the office when a car stopped next to me on the side of the road. The door opened and a man asked if I wanted a dog. I paused in bewilderment and asked if this was a joke. It turned out not. There was a dog sitting in the front seat of the Tavria. Having seen what kind of breed it was, I began to refuse in horror. The man assured me that the dog was very kind and well-mannered. It turned out that her owners went abroad for permanent residence, and left the dog with him. Somewhat later he realized that he did not need it. I didn’t dare throw it outside because of its breed, so I drove it around the industrial zone in the hope that someone would take the dog to guard the office. I felt sorry for her. I called my son and he happily rushed to get her. When we took her home, we knew that she was one and a half years old and her nickname was Dora. Maybe my action was reckless, but I have never once regretted that I did it. All these years, a true and strong friend has lived next to us.
Stories about dogs: My faithful friend Rex.
Almost every family has its own pet- in my family this is a dog. Rex appeared in our family unexpectedly. One day my parents were walking from the store, and he ran out to meet them. little puppy who barked loudly. Dad told mom: “Laura! I want this dog..” That’s how Rex came into our family and, by the way, adapted very quickly.
Rex is the most ordinary dog, not purebred, but very smart and beautiful. When my dad comes home from work, Rex runs up to him and waits for dad to take off his socks, then takes them and takes them to the laundry. It's very funny to watch him at this moment, and then he comes back and waits to be petted. When my sister was born, at lunchtime my mother put her to sleep in her stroller on the street. Rex lay down next to the stroller, and when his little sister woke up and started crying, Rex ran up to his mother and started barking, pointing his muzzle in the direction of the stroller.
One day they wanted to steal my neighbor's car. This happened as follows: at night they removed the gate (the car was in the yard) and rolled it out, but they didn’t have time to roll it far because the neighbor woke up. And he woke up from the barking of our Rex. In the morning, a neighbor told my dad that thanks to our dog, he was left with the car. And he brought Rex a piece of meat as a sign of gratitude. But, unfortunately, Rex refused to eat... He lay near his booth all morning and didn’t want to eat anything. This behavior of the dog seemed strange to us. When dad came to pet him, he saw a half-eaten sausage in the booth. We immediately realized that they wanted to poison the dog. Rex lay on his dad's lap, and tears were flowing from his eyes, as if he wanted to say: “Help me...” Dad took him to the veterinarian, where they gave him an injection and, thank God, my dog survived. After this sad incident, I realized that I was very afraid of losing my pet, and my neighbor decided to get himself a dog...
Love dogs! After all, it is from these animals that we can learn devotion, courage and other equally valuable qualities.
Dog Stories: Dear Missing.
We have had a dog for over three years now. This is an ordinary mongrel. For small size and quiet disposition, we named our pet Tishka. Usually he sits on a leash with us, because we have private house in the city, and only in the evenings he walks in our yard. But last winter it was cold, and we decided not to tie Tishka. One day we left for a visit, and our devoted friend ran after us all the way, but we only found out about this when we returned.
The little daughter cried for a long time when we discovered the loss. Several days have passed and our pet has not returned. We began to look for him wherever he could possibly be. There was no result, and we almost didn’t believe that our Tishka would return to us.
A week later we again gathered to visit the same friends. On the way, we automatically looked out the window, hoping that we would suddenly see our dog. Suddenly my daughter started shouting loudly: “Mom, mom, look!” My husband and I turned our heads to our daughter. Our little, but so dear, lost one was sitting outside our friends’ house, shivering from the cold. Tishka lost a lot of weight during this time. He immediately ran up to us when we got out of the car. It's hard to believe, but he barked loudly and there were tears in his eyes.
Since then, we love our younger friend even more, and our daughter walks with him every morning, never letting him go anywhere unattended.
Dog Stories: Arnold
My dog's name is Arnold (Playboy by pedigree), he has been living with me for 7.5 months. I remember... I came to the breeder following an advertisement... and she brought me two little pug puppies. My Arnold, already in childhood, was distinguished by his shapes... he was twice as big as his own brother, when I saw his cheeks and how he clumsily tried to run - I fell in love with him at first sight! Naturally, at first there was a lot of hassle with this little lump, because he only fell asleep in my arms, and when I put him back in the “bed,” he woke up after 5, and in best case scenario 15 minutes. Well, he doesn’t like to be left alone) I was amazed how loyal and smart these dogs are! My pug wears slippers (at first one, and then a second one - his mouth is small)! They are simply trainable! We have our first exhibition ahead! I am a person who has never taken part in this before! I had to turn to a professional Handler! She teaches him the correct stance, and jogging side by side, and also showing off his teeth! Naturally, it is necessary to encourage the dog - give it a treat for each completed command! My Arnyushka was given sausage, he ate it with pleasure (as it seemed to us). When there was a short break in training, I saw that my Arnyushka had very huge cheeks, well, I think it seems! Break is over! The handler asks to show his teeth - and, pay attention, Arnold opens his mouth, and behind our cheeks we have sausage storage!) It turns out he didn’t eat it, but put pieces in his cheeks - in reserve, like a hamster!) How I laughed at my little one when everything his supplies fell to the floor)))
