Happy dogs

One summer, a mechanic brought a healthy bullterrier from Norilsk to our cottage village in Tajmir. He went on vacation to the mainland for a month and a half, who wanted to keep the dog at his home for this time was not found, even if - at the bulterier everything was big, except the eyes, and he found nothing better than bringing a dog to the village at this time, but good people will not let him die of hunger.
It should be added that in the tundra almost always close to any housing live dogs, local varieties of laek. Others do not survive there, few of the dogs are able, like them, to sleep quietly right on the snow in a forty-degree mole, swinging up with a claw and hiding with a tail, or harvest for the feeding of lemings.
Only after leaving the helicopter, the bullterrier with a sprinklery walk of a hammered citizen went to explore the surroundings. Near the garage he saw dogs crawling from a distance. These were six-year-old puppies, whose dairy teeth were not all changed. With Liam the bullterrier rushed confidently to their side. The puppies raised their ears and looked at him with interest. The bulterier ran and rushed to one of the puppies. He had time to jump back and then the other puppies decided it was time to shake up, and stood up in a circle around the dog. The bulterier stumbled on one of them, at the same moment the second grabbed him in the ass. He turned to his side, and a third came in from behind. The bulterier said, if before that he just wanted to show who is the chief here, then now he stumbled on the puppies with obvious anger. His jaw was like a crocodile, and he could probably eat half of any of his puppies. If I caught. But there were problems with this.
The puppies continued their usual play. They even continued to chew their tails joyfully, it was visible that what was happening was fun for them. However, as soon as the bullterrier struck one of them, others immediately besieged him from behind. After a few minutes of such an attack, the bullterrier looked like an awkward heavyweight boxer, who regularly receives strikes from the baby, and himself can not get on him at least once. In his actions appeared first uncertainty, and then just fear. He ran to the garage and clung to him, closing his ass. The puppies did not yet clearly play, they joyfully jumped in front of the dog, as if inviting him: "Let's play again! It was so interesting!” the Bulterier stared at them, he obviously didn’t want anything. After that, I hardly saw him on the street, he moved only short distances between the buildings.
And for the first time I have seen how adult loves can keep a bear in place before the hunter approaches.

Mother of Siberia (c)