I once picked up a wanderer, it was beautiful and young, the hair was long and curly. It looked like a plush mouse. But it was p*z*c! It was impossible to keep him in the house. I don’t know how much fluid he had, but he targeted everything! A table, oven, refrigerator, bed, wallpaper, door - everything! There were no dogs in the house before. He was driven out to live in a booth, he and his booth methyl, and the bed on which he slept. Then a wild thing began! He sits in the corner of the courtyard and waits for hours! You call him and he’s zero attention. He went away full and cuddled. Then he began to sneeze endlessly. If he does not sneeze, he sneezes. Then he started fucking eating. The cat will meet, buried, and this straight immediately digs and eats! I went to the veterinarian and I was told that his head was not fine. I thought all my life to suffer with him I will, but the fate thanked) near the aunt lived, she was not all home when they met - it was love at first sight) still live together) 7 years has passed! This whispers endlessly, and the one on the tubes in the house with a hammer, the rat drives out. Happy End, Bl. After that, I do not take dogs from the street, only cats.