To the story from 02.10.2018 by avel https://www.anekdot.ru/id/973430/ about a dog laughing in the front basket of a bicycle and the horror-disappointed passers (or, on the contrary, about the horror-disappointed dog and the horror-disappointed passers? It is :). It reminded.
Beginning of the 90s. I’m just over 10 years old and I have a dream of any child – I got a dog! The Sheep! On the condition that I have to do it completely: feed, walk and educate. After reading the smart books, I knew exactly that with a big dog you have to go to training, otherwise the dogs will train everyone by themselves. The training area was far away, but In the trolley buses at the time it was not to push and one, and here also with a dog... And to pay was to two ends for two, which with competent savings poured out in quite good pocket money for gum. Walking around the city was boring. Something had to be invented, and so on. It was winter, then in the course went small plastic skis, long cm 40 for me, a couple of my mom's old strap bands for the dog, after which, clinging to the strap with a leash, I went out, gave the dog a command "forward" and on all sails (or rather, on skies) went to the place of training. The main commands the dog already knew, and there was no problem with the management. In the winter, the streets were not cleaned and cleaned, and there was snow on them. All went well for us.
And now imagine the picture from the passers: you go a little quietly, here behind you is heard an unstoppable loud cries and at an enormous speed passed by a lying teenage shepherd with a teenage man in the back on a rope. Our streets are narrow and, turning around and seeing THIS, every second jumped into the hole.
The record for jumping from place to place was eventually accidentally beat by the head of the training club, coming out of the same club to the classroom and jumping from surprise immediately back to the door. After that, I was gently explained that my grandfather was already in a very respectable age for such pirates, and the young lady (that is, I) should (literally) "manage the "crew" more gallantly and it was not appropriate for her to wear, as in an oppa buried, to death frightening passers." At that age, the young lady for some reason imagined herself as the hero of the cartoon of the same name "Black Coat" and wore in general, of course, did not stop (to give up such a dog-ski trip? Here is more! In addition, no one in the city moved like this, and the boys' peers just came out of jealousy with saliva, well, at least I thought so then), but the speed, seeing people, slowed down. But that's not all, my brain at that moment somehow strangely perceived the care of people, and, looking at the note I read, I found a whistle and, seeing a pedestrian on the horizon, began to whistle all over the device (it's in addition to the roaring dog), for which I got the nickname "ment" at the training.
My parents were little before me, live-healthy-business busy and fine, they were 90s adult. The chairman of the club periodically grabbed the heart, then the baldness, seeing us roaming circles around the district, after which, as a former military, recalled that if the mess cannot be stopped, it should be organized and headed and periodically began to invite me to ride so by other groups, as a specifically distracting action, of which I was terribly proud of myself)))
How many gray hair I added, now it is even scary to imagine. There were no casualties or destruction, but it is not certain) And you are here: “...bikes... bells......”
For many years, he taught chess in the district center. He was absorbed by this process, and he himself plays great, took prize places in various competitions.
But he was fired. There is no pedagogical education, the type has no right.
Now it is OK. We found a new teacher, with an education, a musical profile, a historical profile, but he does not know how to play chess. But for all of this, the formal observance of the rules above all.