About one small but courageous dog and one experienced but unmarried kinologist.

“Yes, and in anger I am a bite.”
(A lovely lady is dedicated)

I had a friend, a neighbor on the floor below, Valera-cinologist. The real.
Half life at the border. Then he resigned, returned home, went to the IMD. A filmmaker again. He can do nothing more. But in their business what to look for. At home in free time from work began to work the same. There is no shortage in the clientele, from those wishing to inject their dogs the right skills is a line.

Do you have to think about yourself too? Under forty, never married. The whole family is a German Shepherd. If a man’s house is not filled with children’s laughter by the age of forty, it is filled with empty bottles. The French are full of nightmares. And we, the French, are not a decree, we are ourselves, whoever we are, and he slowly began to look after the companion of life.

Where to take? At first, I looked at the close circle of clients. The skills of flirting over the long years of harsh border boundaries are lost? At least there is something to talk about, well. Well, and again, in the midst of fanatical dogs, his authority is as high as it can be, which is not important.

And here it is, according to the proverb about the hunter and the beast, and she appears.
The lady of his dreams. With the traditional question "Do you not look at my dog, to educate in her security skills? We were told that you
Great Master!” he saw, immediately understood – you have to take! “Why does he say not to look? Bring the clocks to the five of your wolves tomorrow.”

And the next morning, he just finished his class with one shepherd, about five, this lady appears. He asks, “Where is your terrible dog?”
To what, not a little embarrassed, gets because of the sinuses and stretches him a natural bowl with large frightened eyes. The kinologist swallowed the piece in his throat, coughed, and cautiously, for every case, quietly asks, "It's a joke, right?"

The lady in response surprisingly knocks on the same as the bullka with round beautiful eyes. “Why is this a joke?” “But it’s not a service dog, it’s a decorative dog?”“The special says. “Well and what? The lady is surprised again. - Well, she can be trained there for some special teams, receptions! You don’t see that she’s small! It is a very brave and intelligent dog! She just lacks a little skill. “A very good guard!”

What kind of guard? – says the specialist, feeling already bored by a failed novel. What are you doing nonsense? But she will see it, and it will be described.”He shrugged his hand into his hearts, turned and went to finish the class. And the lady dropped her dog to the ground and confusedly scattered her hands. I started watching how real, big, right dogs are trained. And to his marmasette he says, “Look, Julie, learn.” They stand watching.

And the cynologist, in his tooth-proofed vest, in a cotton sleeve, imitates a villain who attacks a defenseless victim. The owner's shepherd somehow not cleverly tries to prevent this matter, confusing the villain under his feet. The evil, imitating fear and sadness, goes off, as if scared of a evil dog. The mistress commands the detention, and the shepherd, unlikely to spin overfeeding his ass, begins to imitate as if the persecution. Strongly yielding in speed and so not especially hasty fool. In the background, the shepherd's master comes in a command cry. In short, such an unconvincing theater is happening. But still exciting. The owner of the bowling, watching this case, also slowly pulls into the plot and even begins to grasp her hands and jump like when watching her favorite series.

The story is heading towards its sad ending. The bad man is already ready to hide in the nearest bushes completely unpunished, the poor shepherd on the move struggles with shortness of breath and human love. At this moment, the most unexpected thing happens. The owner of the bowling once again jumps, loudly knocks on the palms and in despair screams to the shepherd, "Let you finally take it!" And here the bull, of which all in the dust of the pursuit of course forgotten, surprisingly looks at the mistress, crashes from place, a white little bullet unnoticedly flies past the shepherd, on which all the attention of the escaping filmologist is concentrated, makes a sputtering, throwing, and with a dead grip enters his completely unprotected Achilles tendon. And hanging on it. And so he telepatizes on his foot with a white cloth, squeezing and roaring, until the wicked man falls like a bitch.

and short. Spice is injured. Sweaters in the middle. The butterfly hostess makes a-thy-thy and is of course embarrassed. Then they visit the patient, bring him apples, borst in a pot, and walk his dog.
and Gerda. Then consider that the borscht can be cooked directly on site, and if you stay overnight, then there is a great savings of time. Then, three months later, when the leg completely healed and Valera was able to walk without a stick, they married. Dogs have to find a common language. For dogs it is easier.

Here is such an unthinkable story about a small but courageous dog and an unmarried, but experienced cinematologist.

by Amen

P.S Yes is. Fans of true stories, of course, can immediately start to doubt how such a small dog could seriously damage the tendon of such an adult. To be honest, I also suffered from this question. Until, a couple of years later, when their house was finally filled with happy children's laughter, Valera did not reveal the truth to me in the great secret. And even named the amount he had to trick the surgeon in injury, so that in violation of medical ethics to make the correct diagnosis. Because, no matter how cool, for Valera this was the last chance not to miss her happiness.