Recalling yesterday’s story about the guard dog:
52-53 years ago, we had to make raids on a huge collegiate garden 2-3 km from the city where we lived. They stole a little – a couple of apples to each who ate while they were going home. The garden was without a fence - it was a plus for our "work", the guard had a gun with "salt" - it was a big minus, but the guard was crumbling on one leg (seems to be wounded in the war) - it was a plus, but soon he took a medium-sized dog and patrolled a huge garden with it - it is a big minus. The dog, hearing or seeing from a distance 3-5 "robbers", flooded with a thunderstorm and rushed behind us, leaving a choking colleague far behind, and we, instantly forgetting about the apples, grabbed out of the garden. The dog knew the territory of the garden and never escaped beyond its border. But once he struck us by surprise and ran when we started jumping from the trees. Well, all, the cape came, we fossilized. And the dog, running with a terrible loudness, noticing that the guard does not see us (strongly backward), rushed to kiss us, chewing his tail amusedly. He obviously wanted to have a lot of friends. We smote him until we saw a guard going far away and then rushed home. The dog laughed joyfully and led us to the end of the garden.
After that, we never stole an apple in the garden again, because there was a friend!