In July last year I could not withstand and took a dog - picked up a wandering and half-lived taxi at the country. He called him Phil. In a month, it was possible to bring his condition to a satisfactory; the dog turned out to be wonderful - smart, playful, very loyal to children and indifferent to cats; it is true that it is not stupid to fight with other dogs, and his logic I definitely do not understand. For example, he is friends with a Chinese cowboy; somehow we go to another yard, there is walking exactly the same cowboy with a cowboy, and Phil cried and bit him (it was very uncomfortable to the hostess).
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This taxi driver, as cool as it is, is a former wandering dog. And the corresponding skills with reflexes seem to never go away from him.
At the entrance of the store, I tie, I go shopping. A minute after 15 I come back: licked, on the tiles a fatty circle - someone gave sausages.
Another time I go out, next to a particular such a kid of years for a dog of 20 sweaters is filled, Phil tastingly crushes:
You don’t feed the dog, right?
I feed you, in nature. He is just a professional.
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At the kindergarten (near school) I attach him; I go out with my son - next to the dog two good schoolgirls, Phil, thankfully waving his tail, appetizingly eats the cake.
The poor...
Oh, he was so crazy, so crazy!
He ate the hotel.
“Thank you, girls, it didn’t have to be done, he was fed half an hour ago. He can just ask.
Not three times, not even ten.
Oh, this unfortunate face, these enormous, begging eyes, looking straight into the soul and awakening beautiful impulses - to feed the suffering dog! Profile, you will say nothing.