There was a dog.

The dog had a fence, there were gates in the fence, there was a window in the gates.
The window, the dog.
That the dog through this window can explore the world around.
Well, the dog has studied everything (and did he study there? The street was boring. From boredom, she invented fun. For example, a citizen on the street. He thinks of something his own, suspects nothing, kicks in his nose. And only he with the gates is aligned, she loudly over his ear, "Gav, fucking!!!" Man jumps, the heart catches, the dog is fun.

But in the end, everyone got used to it very quickly, and the dog stopped reacting. And some uneducated children even began to show their tongue and scratch their scratches. It is offensive. annoying and boring.
The dog changed tactics.
He looks carefully outside, waiting for a passenger to appear in the distance.
It will rain, then it will hide, and it will pretend that it is not there. The passenger goes, looks at the window from a distance, the dogs are really not there. Well, the passenger will relax, and the whispering calmly passes by. And then she’ll pull out a cacao, and—
Fuck you fucking!! A passing jump! The dog is fun.

But the village is a village, passers rarely happen.
The dog’s life is not sugar. Fun is not a pond.
The dog has a master. He calls her Chuchandra. No dog at all
“Chuchundra” does not react to the owner. When the owner has to open the gate and leave, he simply takes it like a pig for his back legs and pulls it out of the window. Otherwise she does not understand.

We observe this quite often, we walk past ten times a day. My dog lives in three houses. When we walk, we always greet her with respect. “That’s a matter, Chuchoundra!”
No, it’s absolutely clear that there’s nothing pleasant when you’re called
There is no Chuchundra, but how it’s called, we don’t really know.
At our greeting, the dog’s eyes are poured with blood and anger. They say, “They are walking! Without a guide, without a fence, they go where they want and go! You’re sitting here all day as if you’re dressed!” So the class hatred of the dog to the empty wandering past is quite understandable. Therefore, we do not offend her, but even sympathize.

And then we went past the river on the day, and we had a stick with us. Such a good stick, sock, picked up on the road.
A meter long with a hand thick. Such a stick will be useful to everyone, what was rolled - it is unclear. Well, we go with this stick, so, and here -
The Chechandra.
She saw a stick, with her almost collapse did not happen. She wavered, and her eyes fell out of anger. So we’re her “Chuchundra, do you want a stick?” And the stick was given to her, of course. It’s a good piece, but we don’t regret it.
Chicken is needed.
Chuchundra grabbed, grabbed this stick in the rope, and let it swallow. Chuchundra whispers, the stick talks, the gate beats, the gate grimps, Chuchundra at least some entertainment. And we went to the river.

They came back in two hours.
Chuchundra was still shaking in the window with a rod in the middle, and obviously did not intend to let it go. But it was no longer fun for her. There was a decent saliva under the gates. Chuchundra's eyes were very skilled, and she periodically knocked a stick at the gate, trying to pull her inside.
The palm is long, the window is small. There is no way to let go or capture the mind. So she got stuck.
Throw the stick, fool! We said. Where there! Will he give up.

But the most interesting thing started shortly afterwards.
Chuchundra may have died with this stick in the window from nervous exhaustion, but the owner just arrived.
He entered through the cylinder inside, usually took Chuchundra for his back legs and began to pull out of the window. It wasn’t here, Chuchundra wasn’t going to let the stick go anywhere.
Probably if the car was on the inside, he would just tie the dog with a dragging cord to the carpet, and knocked. The car was outside.
Then he went out and tried to take the stick from Chuchandra from the other side, from the side of the face.
Oh, how much joy appeared in this wicked face! Per for the first time in his life, the owner decided to play with her! It was she who thought so.
The owner did not think so. He quickly understood all the nonsense of his proposal, said
“Okay, I asked myself!“And he went inside.
A minute later, he came back with a knife in his hand.
He pressed the rod with his knee toward the gate on one side, and began to squeeze right near the chuchondrin mouth. It was uncomfortable to shave, and he did not shave as much as he did. Chuchundra gathered her eyes in a bunch and struck with horror at the "whiplash" that was happening next to her. But the stick was holding tight.

When one side was finished, the owner wanted to adjust to the other, but Chuchundra caught, and with relief pulled the ashes inside. After a second, a sound came from the fence, with which the residues of water escaped from the dishwasher. At least three hours in the sun! While the dog was drinking, the owner dragged the car inside and locked the door. Then out of the gates came the characteristic sound of the juicy blow of a good stick on someone’s ass, a dog’s whisper, and the owner’s voice:
Next time, I’ll take the bottle instead of the stick. I understood?
Then over the gates flew out and swept into the dusty street the remains of our sticks.

The next day, the window at the gate was knocked.
This is a sad story about animals.