to sleep? I asked.
“Yes,” the mistress replied, “I don’t need him.
The puppy pulled me behind the coat with sharp teeth. There was no shadow of alarm in his brilliant eyes. He was not frightened by the strange smells of the watchroom, a stranger in a white coat, and a mother-in-law who decided to get rid of him in the most radical way.
"But he has no health problems or aggression," I tried to convince the woman.
Well and what? I do not need him!
There was a problem with the puppy. And a big. He was unnatural and ugly. At six months, all puppies look a bit easy, because they lose cute childish shapes, but do not yet grow to adult parameters. This dog was bought on the market as a griffon - a curly little dog with a tough wool and a playful temper. All these signs of the breed in the puppy were, but by growth he has long surpassed the largest Griffon and relentlessly approached Mitzelnauzer. A large lower jaw with a snack gave the dog the resemblance of a boxer, and huge ears - one standing, the other hanging - generally resembled a shepherd. The hard wool tore under the most unexpected angles. I think if he had been put out in the "most ugly dog" competition, he would have entered the top five.
"I wanted a little dog," continued the offended woman, "and I was dropped by this ugly man.
- Dogs of a breed are not bought in the market, - I cried out a dark truth.
Well yes! Do you know how much they are in the stove?
I know, I said badly.
And I thought. There were three ways out of this situation. The first was very attractive: pour a bottle of diamond greens on her aunt, so that she could wash off for a week. It disturbs the consequences in the form of calling the police and trouble for the clinic. The second was not so radical: only to tell the owner in the coldest tone that we do not sleep healthy animals. The consequences were also unpleasant. The woman will probably find another clinic or just put the dog out. And in the courtyard a frosty January... The third exit was the most troublesome. I took a heavy breath and picked up the number of an animal shelter.
Hi the light. Will you find a dog owner? Kobeel, six months old, is like a bulldog mix with a terrier, terrible as I am after a night shift, but kind. I send a photo. Can’t take it with you? Is the box full again? Okay, as long as it is with me. You are faster, okay? The owner of the clinic does not welcome this.
At the end of the conversation, I raised my eyes at the owner. She looked at me with a surprised look. “It won’t give the dog away, I understand. We have to find an approach.”
- So yes, - there was more cold in my voice than behind the frozen window, - I can't sleep it, but since now the holidays the price will be double. You will also have to pay for the removal of the body and cremation. And for storing the body in the refrigerator too. The car arrives only on Monday. You know, the New Year holidays.
How is it? What is this disgrace? The housewife’s mouth was upset.
I agree, it is a disgrace, I replied. I am not setting prices here. Therefore, in order to save your money, I suggest to write a refusal of the dog. I will send her to a shelter where the puppy will find a new owner.
The new owner? The woman’s eyes were on her forehead. Who needs it, so terrible?
- Or maybe, - a slight suspicion flashed on her face, - is it a rare breed? Will you sell it expensive?
I mentally stumbled on my hand, pulled toward a bench with a diamond green. In my head came the thought: “Calmly... quietly... you can’t pour green on the visitors, throw them out the window, and even express yourself obscene. I am a professional! I am a professional!“”
“You can sell it in the market,” I said. Does he have vaccines?
What vaccines? The woman’s head was already round.
She could not understand that I decided to save the puppy solely for human reasons, and sought a shelter.
Do you pay for vaccines? Without vaccines, I can’t sell it.
Try it, I said indifferently. Pay a fine if you do.
No is! The aunt took off the necklace, put it in the bag, and the dog pushed it to me.

Take that miracle. He bite all my furniture. What to sign?
I took a picture of the puppy and sent it to the Light. She promised to put it on the website immediately. I fed the dog and put it in a cage in the hospital. There were no more visitors, I sat down more comfortably to see the entrance door, and sang. I have a habit of correcting a bad mood with a song. Two or three romances, filled with my pulling baritone, and life becomes tolerable again. The main thing is to watch the door so as not to scare customers.
- U - u - morning fog - a - nno, u - u - three grey - o - oe, - I stretched.
WOW WOW WOW! brought out of the cage.
Wonder you can sing? I was surprised. This is the name I gave you. The Miracle! Take a duet!
My dog and I performed "Morning", then we sang "Black Crown", and on "I'll go out to the field with a horse" we sang so well that I didn't notice the door opened. So when the applause came out, I jumped out of fear.
Bravo to Bravo! - Suffering from laughter, said a dry old man, unnoticedly penetrated into the room. It was my friend, client and treating doctor Alexander Ivanovich, for his just Shurik.
Shrek, you scared me!
It was you who scared me! I go by, I hear the voices! I thought you finally earned. Find out if you need professional help.
I need! As much as needed! Can you shelter the animal for a week or two? There is no room in the shelter again.
“Oh, I’ve offered it in vain... You know, I won’t bring any dogs after Muhtar’s death.
Murakami and I buried him last year. The dog took half of the owner’s heart into the grave. But the puppy had to be arranged somewhere and I added petition notes to the voice.
But it is temporary! Until the place is released. Imagine that this is a patient you have been infused until the bed in therapy appears.
Keep silent about beds. Don’t talk about work here, Ibolith Figs. What kind of breed is this? Someone is terrible...
This is a rare species! The only copy. I haven’t figured out the name yet, so imagine yourself. They brought him to sleep.
Did you leave again?
and again.
You are a good man, Ibid.
Not especially. I barely swallowed that green.
Not the acid. Give your dog. For a day or two, no more. What is the name of this miracle?
It is called a miracle. You can come up with something of your own.
Why Why? A good name. and corresponds. Is there a guide?
We will build something now. The housewife took everything with her.
This is infection! Okay, dress the beast while I am kind. What did you sing with him?
“I’ll go out at night in the field with a horse!”
I will try too. Maximum for a week! As soon as something is released, call!
When a few days later the seat was released, I called Shurik.
“You know, fuck him, your shelter,” replied a friend. I will not sell this dog for any money. We have concerts at night. His wife would soon die of laughter, but when Mukhtar died, she barely smiled. The dog is scary, but so humorous! He brings, he dances, he understands every word. True, bite all the taburets, and figured with them. The grandchildren now come almost every day, and before they visited once a month! Thanks to you, friend!
I put my phone and looked out the window. On the street fell snow, gloomy New Year's guirls shone on the frame. Miracles happen when you least expect them... The rescued puppy, the laughing Shurik and I, the veterinarian, are the random intermediaries between these two fates. How well it all went! The city phone ringed. The phone was taken by my assistant Mila.
Clinic and hello. Yes we work today. Of course bring it. No, I can’t say anything on the phone, let’s see.
I turned away from watching the falling snowflakes and looked at Mila.
and DTP. The dog. Probably a fracture.
Prepare for the operation. Today is a good day. Let’s try not to ruin it.