We once had a dog. The Erdelterrier is such a big dog. And he had a character - mother does not burn. Although my mother did not burn, because the scale of love for this dog was measured in universal dimensions. To be clear, I will explain now.
We had a double bed in the living room. On the upper shelf my sister slept, and on the bottom was our 30-kilogram dog. The dog had a bed. As you will soon find out - his inviolable property. Well, and to completely finish the painting with oil, he also had two shelters to hide if it froze (as long as one was washed, you could hide the second - hence their number), and a bigger warm coat for the same case. There is no freezing in the Moscow apartment.
My parents from Siberia came to visit. People close to whom we constantly maintain contact, relatives loved, in general. And when the question arose about accommodation for the night, my mother did not hesitate. My aunt and cousin slept on the floor, and next to them, on the bed, proudly lay dogs. My mother’s argument, when I learned about such confusion, was undeniable – if Natasha would sleep on his bed, the dog at night would come and lie on top of her!
and Siva