A friend asked for a week to shelter her dog, a small pudel with the proud name Henry, for the time of my stay replaced by Tuzik.
As my first teacher said, I love animals too, so I agreed.
But for the first few days, for insurance, I hired my daughter to stay with me, to look after Tuzik while I wasn’t home.
On the first day I come and a little off-highlight - the house is clearly clean. The floors are washed, the smoothing board with a bunch of clothes left by me is removed, the clothes are smoothed. I checked, there is no dust, the mirrors shine. In addition, smells come from the kitchen, that is, the daughter is cooking something there!
I even had time to get a little scared, thinking that she might have somehow grown big, because in normal life it was impossible to expect such body movements from her - either studying or clinging to the phone. And in the same way prepares a platform for the message of unpleasant news. Her response was this:
I will not be with this dog anymore. I sit in a chair with my phone - he jumps on me, feeds, cuddles, demands to play, climbs to slip in the face. I lie down on the couch - he stands up and begins to shake me with his leg, devoutly looking in the eyes. Impossible to delay! In the bathroom, I did not lift my hand. Well, right up, but he was so complaining that he let go.
After lunch, I stand my dishes – sitting quietly next to me and watching. As he sat down, he sat down again. I remembered that it was necessary to wash the shoes in which I came (I fell into dirt on the road), started to wash - again sitting silently looking. And so on: I do affairs, silently observes, I do nothing - is harassed. Well, in the end, before you came back, I found myself a class! But I will not sit here with Tuzik anymore!
The joy of the party of power over its “victory” at the “elections” is reminiscent of the joy of a man who did not even buy a diploma on higher education in the underground transition, but himself printed on the computer.